i never was an early riser.

to think i was stronger than light,

more ready for day.

let her rise to the blue dais,

bring you from soft darkness.

wake to a room already warm,

purged of shadows.

to start a morning full of bright,

one must close their eyes

in the dead of night.

in the hall of the moon,

with a crown of stars.

there’s so much to see,

when surrounded by nothing at all.