Sunday Mornings

It’s 5:30 in the morning
Too early to be awake today so far
Darkness still swirling
Groggy feeling impaired
As the shadows continue to dance on the walls

Toss and turning in circles
Limbs flying every which way
Making music that no one can hear

Winds deadly howl darkens the way
As each branch snaps impaling the air
It’s not enough to stop the derailing dreams
Falling circles of dresses twirling around
More shadows they seem to add on the wall

In all the chaos ensuring demise
Hundreds of dreams came and go
Still they go on and on

Shadows sweeping criss-crossing the rooms
Sun glowing deeply as it’s time to hide
Morning is coming
As those dreams start to fade for the sky
Screaming softly that no one can hear

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