Early morning risers are a breed apart.
They insist upon rising in the dark.
Their tattered dreams soon forgotten
they move to uncover windows;
not to simply let in the coming light
but, to first, acknowledge the night.
Darkness holds little mystery
to those who accept the misery
of what they watched unfold the day before,
and to believe the new day’s light will restore
balance, fairness, wisdom, hope and more.
Surely, the sun will shine on goodness
and love will once more rise with sun’s rays?
Such hopes can only be born in the dark.
Once sun rises and bathes us in her light
we forget the need for change we felt,
we hungered for, we fought for through the night.
Like babes in dark wombs we struggle to alight.
We yearn to be free of darkness and held tight.
Such memories of those first moments
are waiting to be born now in this morn’s sunlight.
Those who wake and walk in darkness know,
once more of us awake, all can soon be set aright.
annarino writes 