Morning Dew
Morning dew and fog-less dream,
Curtains drawn, mind undrawn,
Dreams not yet undreamed;
A cold breeze on sticky skin,
A scream for more of same, of
Pain from another day โ
Approaching;
Morning dew and steaming brew
Awaits the dreamer, the fool
Behind the veil of days of maybes
And lasting compassions;
Morning dew and fog-less dream
My signs that all is well, all is good โ
For now.