When ancient hearts cried “Day shall come again”

But now new stricken by a sense of sin
Who shall aid  the soul   in her derision?
Our  ancient minds fear   day won’t come again

When  we sleep we’re entertained within
Deft dreams dangle deep illusions
When sweet sun falls and nimble night  slips in

With reverie and dream the heart’s  opened
Then  fancy turns to full communion
While ancient minds pray day will  come again

And so  it was that our own life began
When sperm leaped up in  proud confusion.
When old sun  dropped and  a   new night  rolled in
When ancient hearts cried,Day shall come again!”