Through the haze: - Mocca Arapé

When the fog of night has shifted

And eyelids, blearily, lifted

Peer through the haze of sleep

Towards a new day, fuzzy, sparkling in its uncertainty.

And although nightmares plagued the mind

And fears, like a glue still bind;

The sun smiles alongside flowers, kind.

When discontent becomes content

And ghosts go sleepily back to bed

Daylight breaks and shines through dark

Lifting sleepy heads, brushing the cheeks of the weary.

And when birds rise, ready to sing their songs,

The light bounces off the water, running along.

All that remains is life, beautiful, pure and strong.