It was 5am.
I couldn’t drown the voices
Swimming in my head.
Sunrise, a breath’s distance
Brushed against my conscious mind,
Pleading for my rest.
My eyes, torn open
To the beauty in the world,
A sweet reminder.
Fading stars, rooted light,
Passing away into the depth
Always present guidance.
Lasting questions, nigh unspoken
Inscribed among the clouds
Floating discretely.
Thunderous echoes of the past,
Perilous reckoning of time,
Erupting promises to ash.
As night fades into sleep,
Dawn breaks while I dream.
Moonlit Poetry 