Warm breath of dawn,
Caresses the window.
Tired ayes sliding
Thru a poetry book....
Page by page....... absorbed
In its beauty.
Exhaustion knocking my door
I can't surrender,
Images opening my heart
Becoming real,
Time melting.
As Dali's paintings of the clocks.
Incapable of keeping awake,
Bathed in white fog...
Poems fall from my hands.
