I think, in the morning,
After I open my eyes,
I feel inside
A certain surprise
That the sunlight has brought
As it climbs the sky
A whole new world,
And I don't know why.
To have slept and dreamed
And have been immersed
In obscure, pale dreams,
To discover at the first
Chorus of birds
And light of dawn
That the dream is over
And the dreamworld gone
Is like a slap in the face.
Perhaps a feeling of fear
That sleep is gone
And the real world is here
Is the first indication
That you liked how it was
And would rather go back
To sleep because
The dream was unreal,
Yet perhaps more so
Than this world that beckons
And calls you to go
Back to its harsh,
Unsteady streams
With a current that leads you
Away from those dreams.
Or perhaps the dream
Was so strange and deep
That the dawn that called you
From the arms of sleep
Is once in awhile
A welcome sight
And you'd rather escape
The encroaching night.
But it is, above all,
An interlude
Between the acts
And a sort of food
For thought: for though night
Is refreshing and new,
Perhaps a return to the world
Is a comfort too.
postscript
Not precisely a winner here. I waited until 11pm again, and this time I didn't have anything like CSI to inspire me. It makes its point I guess, although I don't speak from a whole lot of experience here. I never get up at dawn. Haha. One-third done with the challenge!