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”?