There Is Still Night (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is still night in the sky,
With new hope in the air;
With each error and try,
Light will come again everywhere.

Though the morning is young,
In the blue and the dark;
It shall burst into song,
When day hours again spark.

Full of hope on the road,
We have found the new way;
Let go of your old load,
For now dawn wakes the day.

Burning bright stars old,
That will say goodbye;
As the light desires unfold,
In the morning dark sky.

There is still night in the blue,
Faraway dreams have gone;
Now it's up to me and you,
To find a road in the sun.

There are playful clouds around,
Giving horizons a sight;
Let your hopes be there too found,
For again comes the night.