New Day

The morning air is cold
Crisp
Clean
It stirs, the breath of life.
The world
It awakens
From the deep slumber
Of night

Tiredness dissipates,
The night slips away.
I’m walking,
Pacing
Toward the rest of the day.
It’s nearing
Bringing with it
Action,
Life,
Reality.

I abandon my imaginary dreams.
Like the tide
They slip away,
As the moon pulls them down
Taking them under the earth.
Sliding,
Gliding,
The waters of my dreams
Flow
Towards the end.