The morning sun invades like wing`ed gull;
white, shuttered light peeps through the silent lull.
Against my bedroom wall, the sun now blinks.
My eyes; my lashes, stuttering, are dull.
The yawn, too cavernous and widely spent,
it breaks this solemn scene of sunlit tint.
And, groaning in my bones, I twist and stretch;
my feet now hit the floor so firmly sent.
Too soon; too soon my Monday work has come
Ah, here it is; another gleaming sun.
Another day I’ve won to shine within;
Enlightened is this morn that’s now begun.
Awake! and grab the shades of life before
your sun, so high it traces all your floor!
Stand up! and breach the brilliance of your path;
before that kiss of day shall be no more!
(Form: Rubaiyat form: a,a,b,a (quatrains) iambic pentameter)