Rested and renewed
I wake up for the day
and prepare for
everything
I have fallen in love with the
stillness of early mornings
Tranquility abounds
as the world still fumbles
in dreams before
sunshine touches their eyes
I cannot remember my dreams
most mornings upon waking
I have to trust that I do dream
even if they are lost to daylight
My mind does not hold on
to these passing worlds
but I wonder if I am the dream
of another me still asleep
in the reaches of rest
A bird lands on a branch of the
lemon tree outside my window
It looks both ways and takes flight
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