The First Light of the Morning


I had been waiting for it

All night,

Lying awake –

With the curtains un-drawn

And the windows open –

To welcome it,

And yet

The first light of the morning entered my room

When,

I did not even know.

The birds are awake,

Their chirping suddenly makes me aware

That my eyelids are heavy with the undreamt dreams

From last night;

I must now sleep,

By the morning light.

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