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.