Late Night Poem

The day seems long and very bright and the sun light is strong, I do not dare to stare at the window, because I feel wrong. My feelings of the morning is quite intriguing but unbelieving, That the morning dew is just a calling for how much the day is stealing. The sun above comes out to make it warm and revealing, I of coarse have studied this and I myself like darkness for achieving. Life in the dark is so pleasant at times that I do not dare think of day, So my night becomes a twinkle of little lights that I feel is okay.