What The Night Did Poem by Patrick Czyz

The Day woke up.
From its mountainous crib,
It began its light-shedding journey.
Beaming by rigid rocky walls,
It trekked every land and hall.

The Day became aged and tired.
With its light still shining,
It sought the Fountain.

Settling upon the waters,
The Day rested in moisture.
Night held the shimmering cup
Up to sleepy Day's mouth.
It drank and drank…
Perhaps a bit too much.

Night placed a blanket on tired Day.
Trapped in the slope of ocean
And unable to repeat its Orient route.
Having bade Day farewell,
Night enshrouded Day
And darkened it fully.