The morning rays of a waking sun
Hanging droplets in a fair sky
Catch me awake and unnawares.

Those glittering beads of innocence
Pry pack the last glowing embers of the city pyre
Chilled radience retreats back to slumber
Hybernating through summer days.

For once the sky is illumined
But my street is sunk in shadow
So thick I nearly drown.

With simmering contrast in my eyes
A warm mug etched into my palm
I wrestle with the dying grip of sleep
And move to fill the emptiness inside.