Chapters The morning sings, Veiled voices echoing in the blackness; nights blanket And we sleep, oblivious of mornings

arrival, We die in our sleep- to wake up where? Dreams-last minute dreams, Dreams at the threshold of awakening, Where all our wishes ride along in glorious reality. Then we cry curse as the light seeps through the curtains, Through our eyelids, flooding our dreams With unpleasantness, for had we not wanted to dream We should not have slept, rather than have a hand Foul up our little sand castle by the seashore. The morning sings, while we swear at the birds. Those who lend voice to nights final breath, The five fifty nine whistle of terror, Then we cry: a little more time? Earth wraps up a chapter, opening up another.....

Welcome to reality. More curses....... Opeyemi 3/8/2011