Soft Night Is Now On Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The soft night is now on,
with dreams of faraway,
until the night's gone
and eyes meet a new day.
We are like a flower
that needs sunshine,
the days and hour
each time doing fine.

The soft is now glowing
into its dream's way,
and we to sleep going
in our sweet lay.
And giving up reason
in hours of the night,
for fantasies season
and starry fairy flight.

Like love is a must
so is our imagination,
where reasons can't trust
the truth or fixation.
Though both are destiny
to give and awake,
and make us become free
in lives next take.