Here is my Bliss at Dawn

The dark of night when turns to day, When slowly stars begin to blur And birds, barely from sleep bestir, Older by day, greyer than grey, Dreams when spill over my pillows And in so doing lose some flair… In dawn’s refreshing fragrant air, When I wallow in waking woes, The sun when lights up at the dawn, My body bones when not so fit Whine having lost of youth a bit, And must wake still— me, languid bone, Here’s my bliss— when some bonus blinks I steal, dawn unto day when sinks. __________________________________ Sonnet (Morning musings) | 02.01.2010|