Watching the twinkling stars fade into a new dawn,
Through the frosted glass and sigh…
Sleeping forms lay breathing soundly still,
Green lights flicker in the dark, steadying against will…
Bathed in those harsh flourescent hues,
Tired eyes scan the horizon, a sea of blue…
The sky is aglow with the first signs of light,
The first birds will soon open their eyes…
And where for them the morn has come..
My night hath not yet begun…
8th Aug, 08
6:43 Am – daylight savings time