6 AM

A Poem by kyn

tips of toes kissing the earth
each step
meeting warm droplets of tears
shed by the dark night sky
still clinging to blades of grass
as if
it were a last hope

sleepy eyes squeeze open
breathing in every ounce
of morning sunlight
awakening the sky
which was so black just hours
before

early
so early

even the darkest nights
soon meet the earliest mornings