unsure what woke me
It happens more often now
No anxiety
No fear
No memories
No nightmares
An act of
wakefulness
at an odd hour
Like being nudged
by a silent tempest
Like being kissed
by an early dawn
The darkness
still in slumber
The birds dreaming
of plenty
The flowers awaiting
the morning dew
Peering into
the abyss
no dreams
no mist
I wrote a few lines—
the purpose
justified
The lovely dawn
sprinkling misty dew—
darkness now awake
my eyes drift back to rest
5am—
the clock ticks