Eyes open,
shadows dance across your view,
sliding about your celing as you wake up to something new;
You blink,
as reality starts to take,
and thoughts begin to enter your mind as you slowly begin to wake;
Sit up,
and look around the room,
darkness creeps from behind the blinds with small hints from the moon;
You yawn,
your feet hit a cold and icy floor,
The monotony of a mundane life just a few steps out that door;
The sink,
as you start to wash your face,
and the mirror looks into your eyes to a deep and thoughtful place;
You dress,
as the clock displays the time,
and all the things that need to be done start filling up your mind;
Door opens,
as the raindrops twirl and spin,
you step out into the fridged wind and begin to breathe it in;
Door closes,
the same way every day,
grain after grain from your hourglass drains and you slowly fade away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nailed it! ! ! Hey, if you get a chance, look this song up on YouTube: 'Slow Fade' by Casting Crowns. Something all of us need to hear and take to heart.