In the morning . . .
I am sky free
and the stars dance for me.
When I told this to someone,
they replied, “Stars don’t dance . . .
I laughed. . . .
“They dance for me,
and that’s all that matters."
Poets Notes: I’m an early riser but enjoy sleeping in—especially on the weekends. Though I would like to be lying in bed when the day breaks, I have come to peace with the way I am wired and have discovered a magical wonderland awaiting my sleepy eyes as close as opening my backdoor.
Editor’s Note: I find this one magical, sprinkled with a dash of humor and beautiful imagery.
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