When My Day Is Over Poem by Edwina Reizer

When my day is over
and darkness fills my night
I await the time of dreaming
to take away my sight
of all the dreary hours
that start with each new dawn.
For most of human unkindness
I know goes on and on.

But in my dreams there’s promise
that pain cannot exist.
It’s akin to having a promise
that’s likened to a kiss
from a humble poet
that writes with quiet care.
It fills my dreams at night time
with words that form a prayer.