Awakening to rhymes
from a dream to be determined
just where they might include
such a fragrance of beginning
so morning shall deliver
a constant change
of happiness hidden underneath
a feathered bed.
Floral beauty lingers between
good morning, goodnight
as breathing is a whisper of
such thoughts penciled down
in a rush to keep them
alive and well
until my muse appears to hear
those words created by her spell.
