Reluctant Morning
Midnight's candle fades
As morning dawns
With an eye of cold gray.
My own eyes
Are still awash
In the dreams of the night
My ears
Are still full
Of the echoing whispers of sleep
I want to cling
To the warm shadows
And to my soft pillow
It is a reluctant morning
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