The shudder of light on my mirror
glides slowly into my room,
illuminating the specs of dust
as stars drifting through infinite space.
The shadows shift playfully to
accommodate the passive morning.
I turn from dreams preserved
as brief flashes and emotions
with no real clarity.
Their messages, that could have educated,
are lost as I first open my eyes.
I move meekly, not sure of
this place; so alien and fascinating.
I try, with no success, to suppress
my will to consume every new detail.
All these objects are strangers
in need of introduction.
I climb rather clumsily over
my barrier into this new world,
thankfully unaware that in coming years
this special magic, this awe, that fuels me
will be snuffed out with the disdain of familiarity.