when the time for rest
has long since passed
the dreams drop in
regardless
eyes open
5am
spectres
in the cool grey
before dawn.
I'll stay waiting
even one night in ten
makes the whole thing
worthy
wealthy
drenched in love
with the quiet night
far off cars
distant thunderheads
blackened giants
reach for stars
ripples of light burning in thier bellies
as first sun sharpens
glancing off the hanging wires
coiled
at thier post
ready
for the world to begin.