Behold the clear sky
Bathed in the morning sun.
Crispy rays behind the cloud
And the dazzled light to stun.
Where does the night of dreams go off?
And the yellow moon too hides in?
Just when the dawn breaks and flaunts
And sunlight creeps under my skin.
I dreamt of him last night again
and that is when I fully agree
to frame my own little tales
With whom I always wanted to be.
A wee bit more I wished to sleep
to be with ones I often miss.
But the peeking sun outside my window
Is eager to listen them all with a kiss.
The picture faints ,a smile follows
And the whinning too starts to wane.
I kiss the day in turn with a blush
For I would see him for real again.
