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©