some has to wake up the light, Vol. 3, issue 2

someone has to wake up the light

Night has swept over the dark
and taken the quiet into its folds
quiet light, quiet creaks and ticks and tocks
all of the noise locked away in a golden box
and each day someone has to let the noise out
the noise of colours, of light, of open eyes
so if the Sandman doesn't bring you your dreams,
if you don't feel heavy quiet on your ears and eyelids
it might be your turn
someone has to wake up the light
the noise, tell the creaks to bang
and the groans to yell
someone has to open up the golden box
and remember the day again
so don't miss your muzzy sleep
or try to close your eyes
because instead you've got to hold that shiny key
because it's your turn
to greet the day as she opens one eye
peek into the box,
you will be the first person to see Sunday
all of her colours will jump out, and the sun will creep out
the trumpets of loud, loud light will sound for you first of all
you'll wake up the light
a grand festival coming out of that box
you'll say what's all this?
it's just the morning
the one that comes every day
saying Thanks for waking me up

i almost slept in.

Rebecca Elizabeth Marie Comeau (13 years old)
Orleans ON

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Managing Editor: b stephen harding, Consulting Editor: Seymour Mayne, Art Consultant: Kane Faucher
Guest Editor: Stephanie Bolster
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