Delirium and Light

It is nearly 5am, and I am asked to define starlight.

The mists of midnight have long since dissipated

Color returns slowly to the sky.

The hue lightens.

I will never get over the pre-dawn delirium

Even if insomnia hides it’s face.

All mornings are clouded with it.

I am dizzy with the prospect of light

Face pressed hard into the glass.

Some people can live like this.

It occurs to me that I have not seen the sunrise yet.

It approaches quietly

Steady and clear.

Inevitable.