'Till human voices wake us...

Dawn comes tapping at the window,
quietly,
like it's trying not to wake me abruptly,
but really must get on with the day.

And my mind, still wrapped in the gauze of sleep
gently comes into focus,
as if the thought I knew I would have upon waking
seeded the clarity that crystallized around it.

A self-fulfilling prophesy?
Maybe.
Better the hope I could fulfill my own desire
Than the constant desire to be fulfilled.

So I lay there,
silently,
Trying desperately not to squeeze the Universe into a ball,
Nor presume, yet so desperate to begin.

The thought of you
Stunningly,
Makes me want to drown.