Aubade can it be?
by cricketjeff on July 10, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
When the morning rushed to greet me,
Dressed in no more than a smile.
I knew sleep would soon defeat me,
I’d go missing, for a while,
And in sleep I’d fall to dreaming
And in dreams you’d be my own,
When the pleasure was supreming
I would take you out on loan.
So lie back and think of morning,
Dressed in nothing but a smile,
As I dream you through the dawning
You may love me, for a while.
Author notes
Woke up to hear the dawn chorus, back to sleep now
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