Sep 2013
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.
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.
