Two Mornings

Oh cruel sun, my fiend!
Why must you rise in such haste
And so coldly pry open
My eyes?

For I was sleeping,
Escaping
And now you have
Ruined it all.

Oh good sun, my friend!
Your gentle light and quiet warmth
Have kissed awake my eyes.

For I was sleeping,
Imprisoned
And now you have wakened me
To dream.