I woke up this morning between dust and wonder lust

I woke up this morning between dust and wonder lust And I confessed to the screen presence of a prodigy in my monitor "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" I also remember the exact line, often than not with her wrinkled skin, or his a bit trembling hand on the steering, Here they misunderstand too early There is a probability of an unseen Beatrice everywhere, everyway And all I understand Old people love early And the love is gold And a parable is paying the dues incurring later angels with your electricity bills finding bad dark spots on your teen aged girl's skin. Who is growing up, on a day, you did, way before She hears a boy in response. A SOUND! When she said, hi! And he roared with his bike! O my! O my! The world is loud with breaking the disputed law that rings God's Gospell in a spell binder!