Dreams Cannot Live In the Bright of Day
Dreams cannot live in the bright of day.     What the world calls hope is nightbound,     And reaps the whirlwind.     Fast speeds the night;     Fast comes the day.     Fortunes in feeling are squandered in broad daylight.     Moon-tossed dreams of Kate navigate the night.     Though thoughts of you never die,     Fast flies the day;     Fast dies the night.