Houston, Dawn.

Just like the blanket pulled up over morning sliding down off of the sun A stretch of the air through the wings of the night remembers us when we were young Stiff from still sleeping the world starts to spin and we steady our feet to inspire More than one nod to the sky with our prayers directed and spiraling higher We are the mirrors to morning's reflection We still assure her she's ours We never let her get down and discouraged sleeping with moon dust and stars She is the soothing to insomnia She is the get up and go She holds our hands on the cloudiest days when winter odd winds start to grow Just like the matchstick lit up in the dark shadows in orange, softened and sweet we are in shadows 'till the blanket is pulled and the sunshine rolls over to waken from sleep Every new hour of life and of love starts with the crack of her smile Dawn of horizons, new morning hope to bathe in and relish a while...