Dawn Poem by Mildred Awuor

At some point,
as dawn hits me.
Still fumbling with my dreams,
the thin line,
that holds the real and imagined blurrs.

It is within this fusion
this myriad of colours
that I see happy faces.
Laughter; warm and fuzzy,
tear stained eyes,
that just wont cry.

It is in this universe,
that you exist...
here there is no hindrance,
and I see myself
reflected in your eyes.
Then dawn hits me!
and this blurry line
is clearly defined.
And there, out of my bed
stands reality.