Sonnet 118, Now There Is Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now there is night of dark and gloomy things,
Though in between there are those dreams in nights;
Where around-the-clock imagination sings
And forth from another world, bringing lights.
Of far less one than stars in unknown space,
Which we follow when romantic in mood;
When called upon with love and full of grace,
As feelings of our heart there on intrude.
What all these are man has not found out yet,
For that is why he still in darkness goes;
Both with full fondness and full of regret,
For all those feelings which like stars on glows.
To conclude dreams and what is there in between,
Is like the night that cares not to be seen.