Your sleep is so profound <br />This room seems a recess <br />Awaiting consciousness. <br />Gauze curtains, drawn around <br />The postered bed, confute <br />Each waking attribute— <br />Volition, movement, sound. <br /> <br />Outside, though, chilly light <br />Shivers a puddle's coil <br />Of iridescent oil; <br />Windows, sun-struck, ignite; <br />Doves strut along the edge <br />Of roof- and terrace-ledge <br />And drop off into flight. <br /> <br />And soon enough you'll rise. <br />Long-gowned and self-aware, <br />Brushing life through your hair, <br />You'll notice with surprise <br />The way your glass displays, <br />Twin-miniatured, your face <br />In your reflective eyes. <br /> <br />Goddess, it's you in whom <br />Our clear hearts joy and chafe. <br />Awaken, then. Vouchsafe <br />Ideas to resume. <br />Draw back the drapes: let this <br />Quick muffled emphasis <br />Flood light across the room.<br /><br />Timothy Steele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aurora-2/
