Day Dreams

i awoke this morning to the sun licking dry any dew that remained from the night, or from dreams that flickered like lost stars in my deepest thoughts. i never surrendered my mind to this water-colored day that sat on a half-painted canvas awaiting for me to dust off the night's glow from my own smiling face. who said dreams are made for night? nights seems too short to trade in for one day, one day to dream, broken thoughts as they weave in and out of my mind, much like the sun did with the clouds, but i too drifted, winded across the horizons and generated almost as much heat as the day itself. night had come again and i watched as the sky exploded into an array of colors around me, wrapping me deeper in my own thoughts as i dreamt of you once more.