Morning Dawns

Morning dawns, the sun arises.
Shadows cast by earthly forms
are born again to sight.
And so the world spins
in consciousness.

Moon and stars, alight within
the ever-dreaming night,
retain the scheme of dreams
that might have been.

Ah but then, the morning dawns,
without the dream come true.
Reality comes flashing back, and yet
there is a moment of pure magic -
there just in between. When dreams
and this reality are one.

Morning dawns. Perhaps this time,
the dream will just live on...

? Michaelette ?

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