Morning

morning is the doorway to a day that brings reasons to live and laugh again reasons to dream I get lost in dreams that sweep me up as if on wings of a mystical bird flying high above my worries and doubts floating effortlessly in, around, over, and under clouds and we are so close to the moon that its glow shines upon my skin and we flew so high, so far away it is night on this other side of Earth and back into myself to the dishes i'm washing and a song plays on the radio and now I am Debbie Allen or Rachelle Ferrell clearly this is a dream....bending my body to the beat and bending notes octaves I never knew I could hit and the audience is clappin' and singin' and I remember i'm in the kitchen washing dishes morning reminds me to pray and meditate even throughout the day no matter what i'm doing or what is goning on and I feel stronger when I do it it's like movement if I don't I can feel that too and the day is diferent more stiff and uninspired morning with its sun its birds chirping and lawn mowers buzzing and people scattering on their way to wherever gives me a reason to be grateful that I saw it again