Waking

From stygian gloom of darkness 

close to a twilight morn, 

out of the fog of morpheus’ womb, 

consciousness reborn. 

Emerging from the mind laid mists, 

and reaching for the light 

it rouses into waking thoughts; 

shrugs off vestigial night.

Rich reruns of inchoate dreams 

fade swiftly into dawn. 

As dreaming time is brushed aside, 

reality reforms. 

Bizarre and surreal kingdom 

of dreams and fantasy; 

once more tonight I’ll visit you 

to keep you company.

Steve Wheeler © 29 June, 2021

Photo © Steve Wheeler 2020