As late afternoon turns to night

As it becomes dark instead of light

As I look back to the paths of life

I find that I am now able to fly.

It seems as though we are done

It seems that hope of life is gone

Yet hope is here, now

In life's eternal song.

The complex span of daytime ends

The dimension we know slowly bends

Until hate and love are together as one

And our ephemeral days, as always, fade.

When dreams become a reality

Hard work paves roads anew

When thoughts are all null and void

A door will then reveal to you...

You imagination.

This poem, unlike the others, was written quite a while ago when I was in 6th or 7th grade. So, it might not be up to par in comparison to the others. Nevertheless, I've always liked this one, so I hope you like it too!