Un simple “Bonjour”

The wave of a hand

Dawn wiping darkness

Like a clean slate


Morning scrubbed pure

Rain washing doubt away

Racing sunsets cannot match

The strength of a new beginning

Like a flash of white

That travels the circumference of the earth


Each day we wake again

But what do we make of our sleep?

What of the worlds we create there?

Are they meant to crumble

With the shriek of the alarm clock?

Is sleeping slipping into a conscious “Goodbye”?



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