The sunlight enters
Peaking through the blinds
Seeking out
And finding my face.
I see the beams
Ricocheting off the window
Aiming my way
Beams...full of dancing dust.
Dust from the nights dreams
From the galaxies stars
Twisting and suspended.
Like fairies on a moonbeam.
A brand new day to live
To see, to feel, to enjoy
To live life to the fullest
Taking nothing for granted.
Even through days of chaos
Of strife and stress
The nights will scrub it all away
And morning, anew, will break.
A smile appears upon my face
As I awaken to another great day.
A refreshed and shining clean slate
That the dreams had scrubbed away
From yesterdays chaos
Comes a refreshed new day.
Yes, morning has come
Last nights dreams slip away.
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