The Night is Dying

the night is dying
and the quiet light
is invading this palace
of silence
where the water is but a mirror
and the waves on its surface
our tears
at our progression
into the cold machinery
of night
that has forgotten
the human touch

the night is dying,
let us bath in its death
the day calls us to its
patchwork song--
let us embrace its
mulicolored brillance,
let us dance
in its seas of golden fields
let us go!