morning

theres something magic about the morning

the quiet night sky

then the lighting of life

the owls all dragging their tired heads home

the dreamers all rising and leaving home

where shall we all go?

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i lay in

               transition

                           shut your eyes

but its not night

                 now i can see the light

so instead

ill use my sleepy mind to write

      tired bones

they move so slow

       quiet love fills your home

last call for dreams

  sweet like coffee cream.