Sunrise In the stillness
Of the dark they spun,
Like ballerinas of nothingness.
And once they have begun,
They declare they'll never stop.
In my head their brazen voices chorus
And they dance, whirling
Before my eyes.
I sink to my knees, dizzy.
The shades, they laugh and smile
Down at me, a tiny figure overcome.
By these dreams fantastical.
A thread is pulled, but before I'm undone
I am freed to toss, and stir,
And as I wake, rises the sun.
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