Old Excuses

I heard dawn's break through drowsy dreams Its silver feet upon the roof Eaves shiver wet, excuses spring With murmured sounds, my reason schemes To burrow down and doze aloof Remembering, now, a distant place A childhood bed, the warm embrace to stretch my arms with no regrets And see that place...and rainbows, yet From crayons of time, I can't forget I loved the rain upon the grass Beyond the margins framed by glass. A sense of time with mute caress, Will find the place my soul resides I'm still a child, and so it goes I'll play outside in mud-drenched dress I'll dance and play in soggy clothes With sticky earth between my toes My one excuse to stay in bed to dream,....and turn my childhood loose