The Morning Light

Today the morning light came way too soon 
even before the sun hid the stars and the moon
peeking through the bedroom blinds and the wine red drape
The sky is cold gray and, like loneliness, I cannot make up its infinite shape
Colorless particles dance suspended in the air, floating, oblivious to gravity
I am desperately trying to understand if this is an unfinished dream 
or another attempt to escape reality.
They seem so magic and so silent, I wander in awe
listening to my heart and to what is left of my restless soul