Night

Wrote this poem personally. What ya think?

-It is Night-

It is Night,
where my dream blazes,
where my soul awakens,
from the tyranny of the Cave
to the sea of Blue.
It is Night,
where I sail the star-lit sky
through rime, dust and blur,
through an infinity of questions,
but-I muse-where is the horizon,
what does it say...
I know this: that I must sail on,
and know nothing more.
It is Night,
And I hear desperate howls and cries
From the fading dark of the world,
Alas! I am condemned to hope,
And I say-How free I feel!
How much to the see!-