In the half-light

We were supposed to wake in half-light,

Before the breaking of the dawn,

At the dying of night time and birthing of the morn.

Our eyes crave a moment of adjustment

In which to recalibrate,

As sub-conscious cogs turn and internal switches flick back to early, from late.

We weren’t designed to rise in darkness,

Our sleep should not be disturbed by interrogating beams,

Which return us to a bright-mare, from the soothing glow of dreams.