Prompt: Dew

Dew. This seems to be a rather awkward prompt. Then again, who am I to say? I'm not sure exactly what I could do with dew. Heh... rhyme, and a slight amusement factor there. Ahem - anyway:1

With what shall the morning bring
When the night is to cease
And the sun peeks eagerly over the horizon?2

Mysterious
And yet not
Something by which you find
And assume to exist
May yet again
Not be so believable.3

Look beyond the lectures
They take away
All that was mysterious
All that was imaginative.4

Now
Take that mindset
And apply it to that morning
Once more.5

You have awoken
Window open
Sun splashing you
With the warm
Blanket of light
You've only so much missed
And then you notice:
Truth.6

Sun be there not
Warmth be there not
For they were never there.7

What was instead present
Was a cold draft.
A phantom
A fool.
A trick.
... A novel.8

'Twas never your choice
Only the choice of
Those who could decide
And would decide.9

Like the dew
On the grass each morning
Looking so natural
And new.
So routine
So untouched.
So fresh.10

Yet
Behind the imagery
It is not.
It is slave to the sun;
To the warmth it provides.
For the path it will write.
Is it's heart as fierce as
It's scorching touch?11

This is why some mornings
You look
And you search
And you expect.12

But there is none.
There never was any.
And there never will be.13

Not until a new day
A second chance
A warmer welcome.14

Never shall there be
A time until then
That it will return.15

Not unless it was meant to be.