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.