I wake, in shifts and sudden starts, the night
when lives in worlds apart have drifted, the dawn
to watch in awe, somewhere along
when time has warped, and slowly shifted.
I woke, to croaks of rooked alarm, the morning
sleep, disarms the dreams the night has gifted, the day
of shadows broke, and scattered long,
from dark comes light as oft predicted.
I wait, as life at earth’s edge revives, the now
when breath of dark exhales, exhausted, the light
erupts to bathe her earth, reborn,
draped in luminous cloth, rose-tinted.