cold dark night
moonlit winter promises
hovering lust, always just beyond
night soon slips away, yet still inside me
morning, a long distance
a journey to awakening
one of remembering
seeing with eyes wide open
twilight bridges night and day
sunrise comes at last
a journey of color
bright oranges, reds, yellows
a new day begins
yet still I slumber
eyes wide open
sun shining bright
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Poetic Alchemist 
Kai: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed.
Nasra: Thanks so much.
too beautiful
a journey to discover
Polona: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed and have another cup of coffee for me.
Gautami: Thanks. I almost never sleep in, but I do sleep walk. (No just kidding).
Dan: Thanks. Glad you got to this one before you headed out.
some days feel just like that… from the morning on
the coffee helps, usually… 🙂
Some mornings, I do like to slumber…
Oh, yeah!