Mornings Arrive

Mornings arrive like a train emerging from a long, dark tunnel; the light is still on but quickly becomes unnoticeable- You arise passing from the foggy depths of mystery, putting your feet down on familiar ground walking away from it all, recalling nothing- The sun shines on the dry land of reality, and not one drop of water remains on your skin from the wild waves you swam upon through the night- Everything moves in opposing directions. You may, if fortunate, measure the loss momentarily, finding the unknown in mere fractions, noting for much later the possibilities of grandeur in the divine Presence upon dreams- Mornings arrive. Dreams depart. The brain revives, temporarily defeating the heart-