The still of the morning.

I sometimes wonder, as I sit watching the world awake,
whether insanity comes for my soul to take.
As sleep avoids this broken dream,
I ponder all that life can mean.
Awake as the birds call song,
my nights are short, my days are long.
I watch the moon wave goodbye
leaving behind an empty sky.
I hear the earth chattering away,
spring born life comes out to play.
I find peace,
hiding away in my corner seat.
As the world lays sleeping
I am honoured to be peeping,
At the silent world outside our dreams
Alone, in the dark,
it seems.
So I wonder whilst sleep avoids this girl,
am I lucky to see this silent world?

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