Poem 364: Morning Light

Light is filling up the floor;

Spreading ‘cross the rug.

Splashing on the sofa now;

And running towards the door.

Its hard to catch the sunlight,

Or keep it entertained.

I tried last night to tame its light,

But attempts were all in vain.

For once the clock struck six twenty

the sunlight disappeared.

I'm glad its finally coming back

and drawing ever near.

Soon your beams will fill my eyes

and I’ll rise from my rest.

But for now, I will watch you grow

and make the shadows dance.