The Night Without The Morning Poem by George Samuel

The night without the morning,
He was dying all through snoring!
Awake, just when the dark was dawning,
A part of him long gone,
To a wall bit down with stones.

His soul found cooling,
Along the rainbow tracks,
From the distance his neighbours calling,
Out, till the window cracked,
With the fun of his memories rolling.

For him, it's unending searching,
A place with a glimmer of light,
Desires in distress reaching,
Could not promise a looking so bright,
Help an absent mind gain shinning.

When the best of all is passing,
And lonely dead Couldn't care,
Parcel, the whole world is chasing,
This glory none could share,
Only treasures in sleep unending.

So sober a time, so refreshing,
Perfect peace the world can't afford,
Like shadows shine, signs showing,
They step into one aboard,
Till all is silent and none is moving.