In the evening, when day is through,
the sun retreats to a place where
slumber awaits her brilliant hue.
Night is her time to seek repose.

And so, in her tired escape,
in the evening when day is through,
star-crossed lovers beneath the moon
hold each other ever so close

and share their dreams. It always seems
that it draws out a kiss or two
in the evening, when day is through.
Seductive sounds surround them so.

Yet sounds, like sunsets, seek repose
as morning approaches once more.
But to be sure, romance returns
in the evening, when day is through.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2020


Without his dreams, a man will die,
falling short of his desires.
Some will not notice; some might cry
as he’s laid beneath the briars.

We make our mark by how we live,
without his dreams, a man will die,
and we get more from what we give
but there are some that just don’t try

to make an effort; be that guy.
Compassion lives within each heart,
without his dreams, a man will die.
Love is the proper place to start,

a seed once planted, blooms and grows.
So give your dreams a chance to fly,
the wisest man will learn and know
without his dreams a man will die!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

For MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY Day 23 – Repeating After Me (Quatern)