Dear 6am 
I am awake again 
And seeing you 
From the wrong end

The stars look on with scorn 
Their privacy impinged 
The constellations plot 
To quench the midnight oil 
That fuels me 
But their plans are foiled

The moon mutters 
To a passing cloud 
That there is one 
On Earth still standing 
Condescending clocks 
And checking locks

Alert, unhurt 
I sit and wait 
Cocooned in blankets 
For the pale light 
That burns 
For morning birds 
To cry 
My cue to sleep

(C) found this on tumblr