Rising

Rising

Up so early again
I rise before the first glimmers of light
I stumble through dreams
To begin my day

The ritual mixes with rhythm
To get me out the door on time
I wait for the train and think,
it’s so early

As the city comes into view
So does the light
Awakening shapes and shadows
That hold countless stories

This cycle continues
A beauty so often unnoticed
The times of transition
Are precocious gems

We close our eyes
To what we don’t wish to see
And in doing so
We often miss life

The light and the dark
Have lessons to share
If only we’d open our eyes
What magic awaits us…

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