The new day (a poem)

Sometimes I wonder why new days start in the middle of the night…

Welcome to the new day
here in the middle of the night
What begins in darkness
shall end in darkness
That’s where we’ve drawn the lines—
can’t turn back from it now

There is a cost for lighting the flame
but the coins are hard to make out in the dark
so the fire dies out
The only choice left is to drift off to sleep
blanketed by the warm night air
floating gently towards sunrise

When I open my eyes
I may see light outside
reminding me it’s time
to catch up to the brand new day
and whatever it may bring me
while I still have something to say

(13 December 2015)