A Poet's Day

In early morning, a poet writes. One with the dawning. While the morning sun lights up the land, all earth wakes up yawning. And as the sun climbs the sky, poems live in the poet's eye. Daylight is diminishing. Poets are finishing. Endings come and the day is done. But still we wake up many nights, as the muse turns on and off our lights. Thoughts come and go inside our heads. And we're still not ready for sleep and bed.