• The sun has not yet broken the veil of night
    Not a bird sings, high in the branches
    The frost lies undisturbed and glinting in the light
    Darkness' stars still shine strong and bright above
    The cosmos have yet to decide the light's fate
    My eyes have all but just opened from sleep
    The gears of mentality begin to churn my curiosity
    No step over head does sound, for they slumber so still
    Their voices doth not crow in vitality
    Silence is the only thing rife in the air
    Alas, I stir and ruffle the sheets, while everyone sleeps