The Morning beckons-

weary eyes fight 

satisfying slumber,

so soon discontent blooms

without loving all the colors

we've already seen.

Liquid life,

our conventional addiction,

cleansing pure sleep

from mind and body.

I promise there is time

to revel in this moment

before the clock ticks. 

Every second is holding an eternity.

  So preoccupied

we allow our greatest gift

to be squabbled away.