Sonnet, Each Day Has A Song

Each day has a song for a moment to sing New in with a feeling - each of its own Happy or quite moody what a day might bring Presence and passing each of special tone Coming quick down at times someone to please Seconds and the minutes making them through Light and dark songs - melodies to appease Drinks of time’s beauty - quaffed to the new In day by day with its delicate glow From hours before with the dreams that have gone The mist has its way - not everything to show Time goes by when each reverie is done To where do they depart - lovely songs to hear? Like burn from new morn they slowly disappear