New Day Dawns. NaPoWriMo #7

Now, in 8.3 minutes, comes the light,
Emitted from our sun.
Wondrous thoughts born anew.

Departing night fades
Away.  Misty dreams unfulfilled
Yet, must be written or lost.

Decameron reworked for 100 nights,
And we come to see nothing new
Will be born in our minds.
Nothing, or everything rethought.
Savor the newness of old memories.