This is an old poem that I had written 7+ years ago and stumbled upon it today . Below are few lines from it , not the entire poem. Enjoy!
Morning brings a fresh hope,
Night then snatches it away,
In-between are those moments,
when the soul aches to hear you say.
Words that brighten the say,
Words that sparkle in night,
Words within whom lies the mystery of ocean,
That rival the beauty of full moon night.
Such moments are brief,
Such moments are long,
Yet they are filled with the hope of mightiest dawn.
As every ray of the mighty sun scorches the ground,
Bringing light to every moment weighed down by doubt.
As every ray of the moon comforts the heart,
Like the soul of a flower at the touch of a dew drop.