Maya

Morning dew in the air
Bids me welcome
From a short flight
Into the ecliptic azures
Of my imagination
Where hushed sensations
Tease unmercilessly
And I never seem to land.

Rubbing sleep
Out of my eyes
I focus haphazardly
On a new vision.

Silently praying
Today will be
A marked improvement
On the last.

One dawn
Many more to come.

By Raymond Enisuoh

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