Without a decent communication with morning

Days start hurrying through expectations of life

Ignored daylight wishes to get past heavy curtains

Yearnings and enthusiasm remain same

Hoping to get an audience from conscious beings

Embraces change without lamenting

Benevolence of light deflect in haphazard angles

Little winged angels scurry towards the warmth

Waiting for those unreal dreams to fade away

Light of morn will be desired with simple passion

Cosmic dreams will arise to be realised one day

Wings of freedom will guide through the firmament©