Clinging

Every Monday has a meaning
Dawn lifting with its greeting
Farewell to a nights rifting
of stars' twinkle gifting
countless dreams and awestruck imagination,
In wonders of the universe's creation.

Every Monday has a goodbye
said to a weekend we're left to cry
we seem to regret
in the Sunday night unrest
carefree wishes and wanderlust
clinging to them like stardust.

Every Monday has a new beginning
It's not your dreams it's killing
It's the road to one day more
in pursuit of menial chores.
So take the night with you
in Monday's daybreak blue.

Every Monday has a meaning
Tread carefully with all the gleaming...

© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015
6/30 prompt: "springs from the form known as the aubade. These are morning poems, about dawn and daybreak. Many aubades take the form of lovers’ morning farewells, but . . . today is Monday. So why not try a particularly Mondayish aubade – "

Not sure if I hit the mark but at least I tried