The Dawning Poem by Blackie Brown

In streams it slips, cascading dawn.
A twist and turn a mumbled yawn.
Pillow clutched tight underhead,
I smile and muse in heavenly bed.
Light beams grow and merge as one,
Call me back from the great beyond,
Where dreams fragmented start to clear,
No longer there for now i'm here.

The mind awakes to take inside the world from which I like to hide,
The sun shines in and fills the room,
Animates my earthly tomb.
Thus as I brew a pot of tea,
Exhilaration reaches me,
I know not what I plan to do, from now until this day is through.

Not always has it been this way,
Celebrating each new day,
Smiling as I part my eyes,
With love and warmth and sheer surprise.

Not always was the world to me, pleasant, gentle company.
For then the day came as a blur,
A shirt and tie, the calls of sir,
An inconveniance getting up,
A laboured smile, a dirty look.

How could I have ever let it be so,
Where each new day came as a blow,
Why should I wish to compromise,
The blessed light stemmed from inside,
To rise for someone else but me,
Donations to a company.

When would it be a godly choice,
To give yourself or lose your voice?
To go to work against the grain
Of happiness, tranquility, in bed listening to the rain.