Day Without Fear
The day is always without fear
by Peter S. Quinn
In its dreams of everlasting,
And now in autumn of this year
Wintertime's are in and casting.
And still the day is always new
In coming gleams of yearning,
You'll notice hours going though
In cerulean and reddish burning.
And still the day is always right
In all its deed and deep liberty,
For day becomes again the night
With stars so reflective and free.