Saturday, September 10, 2011

Hour Before Dawn

 
The hour before dawn

I lie awake, half dream world,

half reality. I long to stay

one more

hour, one minute. Why must

I be pummeled and crushed

by reality each morning.

In the hour before dawn

I want the dream.

9 comments:

Willow said...

Poignantly beautiful, Judy.

Mary said...

A nice poem, Judy! Expresses your feelings very well. The ending is powerful.

Ann said...

Ah, the dream! I can be pretty dreamy even awake, which isn't always a good thing. May the good feeling of your dreams stay with you.

Rashmi said...

Hi Judy,
Beautiful poem...
I also very much wish for the dreams just before dawn..

Ravenblack said...

A lovely dream always gets broken at dawn. Can definitely relate to this one!

Laurie Kolp said...

I know how you feel... especially on a Monday morning!

Jo Bryant said...

I know this sentiment well

bel said...

Beautifully written! (Bel commented sleepily...)

Bob Hendricks said...

Wonderful poem! You catch so well the beauty of the dream world. I loved the phrase "pummeled and crushed by reality each morning".