With the twittering of the birds
That's the time I close my eyes,
The darkness is now fading
And the sun is on the rise.
Morning's fast approaching
And I really tried to rest
But the sun, it's quickly rising
As the darkness sinks out west.
The evening was so pleasant
Many thoughts I dwell upon,
I think of all the times gone past
And the days still yet to come.
I muse about the things I am
And the things that I have seen,
The places I have travelled through
All the things that I have been.
So in my musings of the past
My eyes close that, I feel
The thing is, was it just a dream,
Or was this thing for real?
June 4/94 ©