I have never woken up to a sunrise
*Instead,
I have watched the walls turn
From gray to orange, and
From orange to white,
Seen the shadows of trees
That never knew the sight of my face,
Refracted light creeping into my bedroom through
The windowsill
Forcing their way through the darkness,
The cracks,
And the creases of my eyelids.
To this day,
The closest I have gotten to sunrise
Wass the musky gray of
Dawn.*
But I have woken up to a moonset.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
I have never woken up to a sunrise
*Instead,
I have watched the walls turn
From gray to orange, and
From orange to white,
Seen the shadows of trees
That never knew the sight of my face,
Refracted light creeping into my bedroom through
The windowsill
Forcing their way through the darkness,
The cracks,
And the creases of my eyelids.
To this day,
The closest I have gotten to sunrise
Wass the musky gray of
Dawn.*
But I have woken up to a moonset.
