BestFriendForever

When midnight has come and gone, tomorrow becomes today, minds do dance with waking dreams; whispy fancies real as day The morning light brings the ends, unto the tired tricks of tired minds; we rise above, and find that the daylight wends. The haze of a sleepless night, is burnt by a large repast, like cobwebs at fire's site, or bush in inferno vast. Mid-afternoon moves rapid, making up for morning's sloth; soon gone, eveningtime arrives, a time for friends, a pale moth. And at last the loop completes And another day deletes.