The sun rises over my eyes
As soft colors bleed behind
My visions blurred but I can't miss these skies,
The a.m. is always so kind...
Now the moon cries too, on the other side
Making my soft heart beat, as if in rhyme
See now, there is nothing to hide
It is easy to love what is always mine...
Time is going to swallow it all with blues
Maybe even me, if it can
In this soft existence, I’ll keep breathing hues
I am wholly here, in the holy a.m.