It's Time To Wake Up Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The days are going by,
Motionless black sea;
Through open unknown sky,
Into new times delivery.
The hours were strangers,
Joints are made of waves;
Burgeoning tracks and changers,
Thoughts that no one craves.

The sun flower's coming up,
In dancing shadows dying;
There is no ending or a stop,
Only the brief hours flying.
Borders of dim to follow,
Seeking some reflection veils;
Ancient light now hollow,
Fresh morning of other avails.

Switching off blinking stars,
Dancing dawn now rising;
The peaceful going memoirs,
Into colors of life devising.
Slowly the falling night skies,
Road is awaken with living;
It's time to wake up and rise,
Moments of morning giving.