I arose today
Before a sweetened sunrise
And I rode the clouds
To the Pacific Ocean
Making faces at The Moon
I arose today
Before a sweetened sunrise
And I rode the clouds
To the Pacific Ocean
Making faces at The Moon
Daylight melts to blue,
Yielding to the curtain call,
Of conductor moon,
And her starlight symphony,
Playing notes often unheard.
Oh what a morning
An orange sun surrounded
By a morning mist
Covering the landscape like
Sweet marmalade over toast
a pad of butter
slowly rises from the east
almost gently so
and from the west they came in
a cruel blue horizon
No matter my cries
I have no sway with the sun.
Like an autumn leaf
I toss and turn with the wind
And fall awake with sunrise.
Private waterfall
Wash away the moons’ embrace
Refresh the morning
Let me break my fast upon
Horizons, sunny side up.