daily revolutions

When tomorrow's day comes ,to what of the dark remains that fade away from the new day's chase. A sweet Sunrise fills out those skys boasting out last night's demise, has just taken place . In retreat again to evade ,that depleting edge of remnant shade . For the light of another day arrives to illuminate that space, as those shadows move to escape. And as they do that Sun shine's true And evaporates every drop of Dew., warmed and immersed by the rays of mornings first hold of light until the day fades to black and shadows come back to dance in the fold of the night.