The sun has yet to rise,
But I’m awake.
I lay in my darkened room,
Recalling the vanishing dreams of the night.

I will get up soon and start my day,
But first,
I drink in the shadowed peace of the morning,
The quiet, the calm, the still.

The sun rises fast.
A new day begins.

I awaken once more,
My morning reverie already a distant memory.
Beyond thought.
And still a peaceful refuge for my spirit.

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