Waiting wonder invades
My weary mind,
For the night has long lost its youth
And my strength sunk near to nothing.
It's safe to say exhaustion
Has overcome perseverance.
My purpose for this
Excessive endurance of
The hours of dark
Is perhaps the pondering
Of what I mean to myself;
Dignity, intelligence,
Intentions, relevance.
As the whipping wind
Whispers wisdom to my
Perceptive semi-consciousness,
Questions rise
From the fertile fields
Of the stretches of my mind
Into looming crops of
Healthy flowers,
Reaching ever higher to
The sun's flaming vault
Of inaccessible solutions.
The dawn is fast approaching
Yet I fear its creeping light,
For with those rays of illumination
Comes the end to the nostalgic
Uncertainty of the night.
I like this one a lot. This is actually kind of the thought I had while writing the poem about the time before dawn.
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