Eyes Shut, a poem about beginnings

Eyes shut.

The cool of morning fingers my face, like water.

Eyes shut.

Day’s embryo sits in the womb like a son and heir, full of hopes.

Eyes shut.

Plans unfold like the battle strategies of Alexander, an empire to be conquered.

Eyes shut.

The day ripens.

Eyes shut.

My future waits, secure in its beginning.

Eyes open.

Life begins,

And like a child goes its own way.

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