I should get out from under the covers
The sun is shining
Dreams unfinished, my eyes flutter
The moon snuck in and whispered
To closed eyes
And he doesn’t like to be disturbed
The sun bursts in with a million things
Crescendoed by
The birds accompanying as they sing
Maybe what I am dreaming can happen
I smile
Sometimes being awake is such a distraction.
And yet ideas are carried on the sun’s rays
New sights
Morning by morning is how the future is made
The Rational Element 