Ticking Away.
Dawn hangs on the trees, light slivers floorward,
slips into sleep\'s many acres
turns torpor to forced activity and over-paints
surprise on slumber\'s hue
before sunrise leaps in to move bleary dreamers
to wide-awake doers.
Day breaks to bathe passive eyes with forewarning
for night\'s hold precedes
flashes of conscious morning sight while inertia\'s
Morpheus- stupor
casts veils around seeing as breath catches gasps
when still becomes movement.
Brain mistakes proactive whispers for the authentic
when shaken sense rouses
to feel Heaven\'s infinity ticking away rested hours,
yet making richer the few
seconds remaining for drowsy flight\'s treasure as
time hooks day to its use.
Mind caught and yawns yield as sleep forms wake
to lever me up and away.