Watching the sunrise

my head swims with the haze of exhaustion

Watching the world wake

my heart trips with the desire to sleep

Hearing the birds converse

my ears ache for silence and solitude

Feeling the warm light

my skin tingles in hopes of a blanket and pillow

Your night is my day, your slumber my dance

Your quiet is my scream, your snore my sigh

But still your dark is my dark and your light my light

A light I rarely see, and a dark I must call home.

January 6, 2016