Morning Light at Night

I saw the morning light tonight 

Oh! and what a sight that caused me such a fright

For it is impossible they all say

But not if you can dream all day.

I saw a man break down today

He collapsed then he hit the ground.

So as I over-think each night

He cannot think for he is out of sight.

Why do I draw upon what is sad?

Is it for what is captured in the circumstances had?

With the chill that caused me such a stir

I follow his path in what is no more than a blur

Its brightness meaning the world to those who see it

But how do they differ from those who believe it?

Believe what you will about the morning light at night

For those who cannot dream may not suffer the fright

But they endure a life without illumination

And thus a life drawn only in anticipation