Dreaming Before Night

I dream before night

of a world without blight.

No longer dying

from smothering smog,

or innocent blood still drying.

I dream before night,

a spark that I light.

Igniting hopeful flame

in every soul who knows,

things cannot stay the same.

I dream before night,

a dream others fight.

Defending their venomous wrongs.

Insisting with doubt and fear

that to the night dreaming belongs.

But night’s dreams are flowing,

fleeting and never growing.

Mine is a dream of sight,

conscious and with meaning,

so I will keep dreaming before night.