Five-thirty a.m. the alarm clock reads;
The sun is sleeping in.
My body wakes in the warmth of my bed
And a chill rushes in.
Close my eyes for one brief moment,
Open them again.
I move about my room, taking in the sounds
Of the earth’s faint life.
Only I am awake to hear it, only I am awake to know
The plea the world makes as it wakes.
Wake up! Wake up and stretch your weary mind, illuminate the shadow
That’s fallen on your heart.
You do not love the darkness, familiar as it is.
You know as well as I,
But cannot muster to admit.
You do not love the darkness, of this we can be sure,
For all creatures long for light
But few find strength to leave the night, to beckon coming dawn.
What do you want?
In your heart you know the answer, but you’ve yet to give it voice;
Your very soul it trembles with the power of the thought.