Comes the Morning
Comes the morning,
When light peaks through shaded windows
And spreads its warmth across me
Begging me to wake.
Images brought by darkness
Are put to rest by the sun’s awakening rays.
Moments conjured by my unconscious mind slip away
As I lie in my bed on the edge of wake.
With slow divergence comes the reality of a new day.
The world awaits me!
Yet, my mind is slow to let go of its parallel word
Where I live and laugh and love with no restraint.
For a mere moment darkness and light collide.
And I find I am enlightened by my darkened memories as
They mix with the coming light.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
