Day Is Another Kind Of Night Poem by Patti Masterman
Day Is Another Kind Of Night
Day is another kind of night
And hidden things are more revealed;
The secrets that were held so tight,
By a victor sun, unsealed.
Day is another kind of night,
Where we find not all are dreams,
But as we're grappling with the sight,
Everything's not as it seems.
Day is another kind of night-
Though night is where the dreamer flees,
To a heaven, answers-given
For the one with eyes to see.
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4/25/2024 7:49:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Right on! ! ! true, indeed.