Happiness At Dawn

The night's when turning into day, And stars begin to slowly blur, The early birds when move to stir, Dreams seem to pour on to pillows Whilst unfolding tend to lose flair, There wafts refreshing fragrant air, I suffer when waking up woes, Sun's candles when light up on own, My body bones begin to whine As if they've lost a youthful shine, And brushing aside last of moan, I wake up older by one day. Happiness is those extra blinks One steals, dawn unto day when sinks. ____________________________________________ Morning musings | 02.01.10 |