In dark of night
deprived of sleep for noises
breaking meditation
gazing where the darkness
creeps a patent nothingness
of nascent gloom
where blues and greys
combine in subtle shades
advising me of morning
I glory in the dawn
although I know it
won’t be mine completely
The hints of pink that briefly
light the clouds, lifts its dearth
of sleeplessness
Shroud denied I yawn
and greet the day, complain
I’d rather be asleep.
© 23 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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