An Early Hour


…and what was light and bright and airy drifts
Suddenly away behind these heavy eyelids,
Vanishing into a vast enclosure collapsing in
Under the weight of a burgeoning, vague lucidity.

Ah, I am awake

How now so dark? So low the rumblings
Of some distant machine? So long
The deep breaths of my slumbering Son?
So singularly alone my timid senses?

Ah, it’s three a.m.

Good morning, Morning.
We greet each other fair, and fine;
What will we? We
Will romance ourselves with fervid anticipations
Of your Sun and my Son rising
Brilliantly beaming, prepared and eager, each,
To the world overtake with love and warmth!


About A. S. Ellis

I am always learning. Always. And that is as it should be.
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