Future Morning Fire Dream

A poem I wrote late last night. It'll probably be edited quite heavily at some point and have punctuation added. It's been a while since I posted anything!

Future Morning Fire Dream

The open window sheathed the newborn sun
Pierced my trumpet ear the rasping cockcrow’s cry
Burst a rapid thought-dream in the long-gone night
Tossed and turned under the still waves.

Still waves the newborn grasses run
Nor burned or shaved the tremulous fingers of time
Slipped in the act balanced and postponed until
Another woken morning rise the sleepers.

The sleepers rise to the rhyming bells
The pulse of change and the quickening chime
Forebode far-off wasted burning houses
Glimmering hidden in bedroom mirrors.

Bedroom mirrors shattered rain upon
The carpet’s tips flame and the bed
Of sleep weighed in hours and ounces
Tremulously fired bursts and cinders the sleepers.