The Bright

Bright i am when i wake, as slumber falls from my fingers. 

My hands that wove me to sleep the night before, 

Are christened new and cool again.

My eyes burn to perceive morning and measure her not once. 

Her silent light sobers me, 

Carrying me gentley into the blanket of my consciousness

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