A bit of whimsy for your day. I hope you enjoy it.

Time’s abyss softly hums to the tune of empty dreams.
Then dawn throws back the cloak of night where naught is as it seems.
Illusions fade to day’s soft rise in a moment of quiet grey,
And all the dreams that ever were, bow and fade away.

Yet echo there the songs of care, that keep our hope alive
And the dreams, though gone, linger on and bid us still to strive.
For dreams of night are fancies that may be bad or good
But the dreams of day are answers that we have not understood.

Let winding fancy lead you, with wisdom close to hand
Let hope’s bright light precede you, as you journey in the land.
For all of us must wander, in heart if not in fact
And be about our labors whether concrete or abstract.

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