In the summer, the whole world over
A dissolving moon in a brightening sky
Will watch the saffron lips of the sun
Softly kiss the day awake.
In my bedroom, however,
Through the curtain’s gapped slashed sliver,
It stabs me with its taser and yells
“Get up, you must not sleep”.
Yet in the depth of winter,
In the dark of duvet slumber
Were rest is worshipped and blessed,
The morning is my mortal enemy,
When the late daybreak drains my energy
And I yell out the window
“Why won’t you let me sleep?”
Missives & Musings 