The Morning

It’s morning again 

The day is waking up

The earth turning enough 

So the sun blesses the sky

And in my own heart and mind

Unearthed is my redemption 

For the millionth time

 

The smell of coffee warms my soul 

And the tip of my tongue 

So I’ll lick the part between

Where the day parts from night

My favourite time of day

 

I was lucid throughout my dreams

It must have signalled my heart

So the roar of potential would sound

A stark reminder of the long sleep

But it was restful 

I didn’t toss and turn 

Waking up is a process. 

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