Blind in the Day

The tides comes and goes,

Day and Night,

Low and High.

I feel the same,

Close and Near,

Far and further;

But never constant.

But, its day.

We see what we want to see during the day,

But it is the night that holds the magic;

Only in the night,

Can you truly see the Ocean.

That is why wait till the night,

to see;

What's true and right,

Because in the day it is too bright,

too bright to see.

Because, you're blind in day.