Wake with coffee. Dream left under my pillow; listen to your voice over silence, reflections of birds in night rain puddles and cement the day — toast to be made if I can find a piece of crust borrowed from the sleeping birds a preying reading Psalms , aside note to my day begins wondering what the last laugh was.
Why the phrase is “Peace and quiet” and not “Peace and sleep”.
Thanks, Stan. Arise ye sleepers.
Wake with coffee. Dream left under my pillow; listen to your voice over silence, reflections of birds in night rain puddles and cement the day — toast to be made if I can find a piece of crust borrowed from the sleeping birds a preying reading Psalms , aside note to my day begins wondering what the last laugh was.
Thanks, Richard -- "Dream left under my pillow" is great.
Your last line about the cars on the highway made me smile. Another wonderful morning poem, my friend.
Thanks, Jason -- your smile in turn makes me smile
Good dream if it brings you here.
Yes, it was. Thank you, Patris
Aaaaahhhh...
Mmmmm, thanks DeeDee
I love that you found joy even after sleep that could have been better.
Thank you, Mike.