Night is the color of despair;
where frustration grips our heart;
swimming in an ocean of air;
more than a lifetime apart.
Many we’ve loved in the past;
seems like a long time ago;
simply melted; couldn’t last
like that gently falling snow.
We have merely left them there;
they’ve no other place to go;
now, it seems, they’re nowhere;
still buried, deep in that snow.
But, everything is not as it seems;
for the night, need not be long;
tho it be frought with lonely dreams,
death sounds its trumpet song.
Then, all shall immediately arise;
and face that brand new dawn;
to many, it will be a surprise;
to discover that life goes on.
Night is the time that our energy rests;
a physical body, it no longer supplies;
we’ve faced life’s trials; passed its tests;
dawn is the time for new life to arise.
Night’s often time we’re most depressed;
for it is the prelude to when we depart.
But, faith dictates we not be distressed;
a new dawn signals life’s new start.