Dawning

The sun yawned its light over my morning,
softly penetrating my window with its calling,
offering a newness never before seen on this day,
sweeping the dead wood of the night away.

It paralysed me from my neck to my feet,
as it covered my face with its powerful heat,
slowly moving down my body to wake up the rest,
shaking hands with my heart and legs like an invited guest.

Up above, my mind began briefly to merge with the light,
hesitating then embracing this wonderful sight,
and with it came knowledge of a world so right,
traversing the extremes of the black and the white.

Then the sun moved on and left me in shade,
but leaving the strong memory of the beauty I had made,
I sat up, stretched, and stood by my bed,
breathing in the morning that the sunrise had just fed.