With The Coming Of Sunrise Poem by Gerry Legister

The night came and went quickly,
Scintillating moments followed ghostly shadows,
drifting out into early morning dew,
People getting ready to start their daily duty,
the sky colored with misty grey sheet of clouds,
Reminds us how the night came and went quickly.

Workers are gone before the coming of sunrise,
To join the traffic queuing with raging chaos,
Battered betwixt world where nature and fantasy arise,
Dreamers carry their dreams still in bed,
Taking quick breaths and sips of coffee,
The taste is bitter, like murderous transgression,
in the night; mistakes made before sunrise,
The unrequited kind, can easily be forgiven,
And start the day with a great impression.

Gone before sunrise, you lose the sight of facts,
Paranoid aches and pains caught in confusing trap,
Wear the same temper as lose animals attacks,
The pace of time has no magic,
To attempt the understanding of something making sense,
The gloss of night goes with the coming of sunrise.