Night Can Be Day

The Sun, the sun that shines, 
that darkness blinds,
that morning finds, 
that bright blessed 
hope filled day,
cuts the sky,
as night goes by, 
bye,
the waking dawn, 
new day.
With the onset of twilight
the day scatters its bright light.
Colours blend 
in the setting sun,
in the wake of night.
How then can life 

be all black or white, 
if day can be night?
When dusk can be dawn,
all but gone, 
and night be day.

©WRM