Restless, kicking at the edge of night, trying to persuade
it to hurry up and leave so dawn may once again light the
way.
Dragging endlessly on, the dark laughs and slows it's pace,
angry words are hurled into the air and yet, all remains
the same.
For each day has only twenty-four hours in it, and dark
night refuses to keep a second from itself, there is nothing
left, but to wait this blessed night out.
As thoughts of daylight tantalize the mind throughout it's
lonely vigil in the deep dark night of doom.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tantalizing-thoughts-of-daylight/
