-Morning-

When I wake up in the morning,
Your face is the first thing I see.
Calm, quiet, restfull,
Filled with so much beauty.

When I wake up in the morning,
I see nothing at all.
I can only think and remember a dream,
About a face that I once saw.

When I wake up in the morning,
I think of what once was;
About a face from times gone by,
Rembered anew from thoughts set abuzz.

When I wake up in the morning,
Those thoughts are all I think.
And I see that remembered face,
Each and every time I blink.

When I wake up in the morning,
I know it will not be,
Because a remembered face from dreams gone by,
Is naught but a memory.

9/21/04