The sky does not seek the sun

Instead holding fast

To her starry darkness

A little longer

Movement is slow

A near underwater


Each step resistance

The fire glows brightly

Sunlight to my spirit

Comforting and coaxing

My mind to awaken

Reluctance lingers

The memory of sleep

An inviting bed

Urging me back

The day will rise

In its desert winter

Hastening us towards

The sun

And my eyes

Will open at last

Casting off the blindness

Of slumber ~ Caroline A. Slee

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