Dawn

Dawn opened my window,

came into my room stumbling.

Sent my alphabet block

dream castle crumbing.

Fumbling for the light switch,

singing in pitch with the lark.

She moves slow

and graceful;

pulling the stitch

that holds me to the dark.

I stood stark and bare

against the morning

like a babe.

The cool air, bewildering,

like freedom on a slave.

And I was saved

beyond all reconing

or repair.

She moves slow

and graceful;

killing with kindness,

the nightmares.