Night Vent

Awake too soon awake in the dark dark too familiar to fear first foe, now friend minutes pass like falling snow time stopped sun looming sun lurking somewhere near out of sight passing beneath my feet circling circling great white coming at me fast ready to seize me with the sharp enamel of its rays I sit In the dark Awake in the dark Watching the sleeping wind roll over in its blanket of leaves But only a moment nothing really moves except for the sun coming at me fast