It's a brand new day,
I wish my tired eyes could say,
Thoughts of “how” and “when” linger,
Just a little hope I pray to flicker.
A stretch accompanied by a yawn,
The sheets scrambles to stay on.

The sun is still on the arising,
The cock crows three times,
The curtains wiggles from side to side,
My sleep has been denied by nature.
I've risen, but wished I could say "It is Finished.”
I'm left with my petered dreams.

It's a brand new day,
I wish my fears would sail,
Through the oceans to a distant place,
I'm optimistic, but....
"if wishes were ships, fishes would sail."

© Emerald pen