The dim ringing and the morning lights
After the dark peaceful lofty nights
Aren’t enough to raise me out of the slumber,
Rendering me into a state of relished languor.
And no haste must be spared
To wake my sleeping beauty now compared
To a hysterical toddler under the covers
While the morning brings poets, dreamers, and lovers.
Until my mother seizes the sheets
And doesn’t wait till my pretty dream completes
To slide the window open ignoring my groans
To let in air to breathe life into my cheekbones
And that’s when my mother says “Geez!”
There’s nothing like this rejuvenating breeze.
And I can never feel more fresh, more sane
As the breeze blows and the alarms ring in vain.