Stain of a Dream

You know that moment in the morning, Just before the light hits your eyes, That one innocently ignorant instant, Before all of your worries have time to actualize. In those few warm, soporific seconds, When your mind is still clouded with dreams, You feel absolutely invincible. Like a rock, you could handle all extremes. All you want is to cling to your dreams, Because in them everything went just right. You want to go back to when your imagination was a bird, And it was finally free to take full flight. Stories and wishes that your mind concocted, Petty lies that you unconsciously spun, Reflections of what you desperately want. In your dreams it can all be done. But alas, the Man in the Moon always has to set, And the sun as well must rise. But for the rest of your day you can remember, That one short moment before the light found your eyes.