Morning

And to the morning I ask;
Do not wake me from my slumber
Where I am numbed to the echoes of daily life,
Hidden from the torment of the sand grains as they fall
Each a constant reminder that all is not immortal
And all is not lost.
Building upon each other
Each tiny piece as vital
In it's support, in it's defence.

So I ask thee not to hasten me
Into the lighter hour,
Until enough is dreamed of
To be forgotten with the sun,
Until I am reminded
That I cannot be undone.