The Dream Of Day Poem by Barry Middleton

the dream of day is calling me
the smell of morning coffee brews
a hint of light is in the east
that says the time has come to choose

my open window to the night
does yet reveal where shadows play
a long lost love and summer tunes
and all the dreams of yesterday

but as that glow looms through the trees
I know that I must finally rise
I hear the rumble of the street
that greets the dawn's discrete disguise

and what is real and what is not
this brief encounter with the sun
or endless night where soon I go
beyond the dreams I had begun

still day intrudes itself at last
and really offers up no choice
the sun creeps in to banish sleep
but some will grieve as some rejoice

for there are those who crave the night
who dwell in shadows of the past
who know that day is just a dream
and night's the only thing will last