Comes the Dawn
The hour past midnight
as the clock taps seconds into minutes
and restless, i toss in my bed.
The sighs and moans of listless
in seeking rest and sleep
while darkness grows in my head.
The lights of distant houses diminish
extinguished like the end of day
drawing closure and silence to its noise.
Stars twinkle and faintly dance
as the walls draw down
around the world in nightime pause.
Gentle breezes tease and play the chimes
into ringing clear and loud
then hushed into the quiet stillness of early morning.
Dreams rise instructive, silly and scary
as blackness begins to fade
disappearing in the faint light of rising dawn.
It is the earth they say, that revolves
but it is we, who awake and rise
as comes the dawn.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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