The Right Time

The sun’s sleepy eyes are open,

clouds have cleared,

and I have a head full of last night’s dreams to keep me fulfilled.

Somewhere,

a flower is finding the soft and forgiving love of dawn,

and I can feel the joy that jumps through her body.

This is not the right time,

so they say,

but we are free, all the same.

We deserve this morning.

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