Now there is night of dark and gloomy things, <br />Though in between there are those dreams in nights; <br />Where around-the-clock imagination sings <br />And forth from another world, bringing lights. <br />Of far less one than stars in unknown space, <br />Which we follow when romantic in mood; <br />When called upon with love and full of grace, <br />As feelings of our heart there on intrude. <br />What all these are man has not found out yet, <br />For that is why he still in darkness goes; <br />Both with full fondness and full of regret, <br />For all those feelings which like stars on glows. <br />To conclude dreams and what is there in between, <br />Is like the night that cares not to be seen.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-118-now-there-is-night/
