Morning comes laughing,
pulling you from your cobweb of dreams
into the spaciousness of a new day.
“Here,” she says, pouring her light all over your head,
“have some freshly brewed hues. They should get you going.”
And all of a sudden, there’s nothing but right now, stunning and bright.
It’s hard to argue with a sunrise. I mean here she is,
dazzling across the whole sky,
hauling an entire fresh day of possibilities behind her
where you can write anything you please.
Why, you could change your whole life if you wanted.
Who’s to stop you? Your old stories are no more real
than the dreams she just wiped away.
You could push your best wishes out there,
roll them right into the minutes, see where they go.
Why, with a sky this full of magic, anything is possible.