The slant of an angled morning gently nudges me
Birds of tranquil color, a flaming red maple tree
I'm wrapped inside the clouds of a lemon cocoon
As I hear an old song trickling out to sea
I'm made in colored threads of places yet to come
An open window across the room allows a quiet hum
The sun rises in tones of gold on this organza morn
And I realize, there's nothing else to run from
Cosmic rays embrace me, a shadow girl with eyes
Life, with drafted faces that created my skies
Silhouettes of yesterday now stand behind my back
Sealing frail places, where time met its goodbyes
I'll pick four-leaf clovers to wear around my neck
Walk along the beach, or take a flight to Quebec
At twilight, pick tulips from the President's lawn
And purchase thunder storms, with a rain check
