Rise to the blessing
of the morning sun
Open all the windows
it’s will be done
Let it chase away the darkness
of the cold, still night
Let there be clarity
where there was no light
May the sun’s luminescence
baptize all the faces
of those so receiving
of it’s bountiful graces
For a day without storms
is a good day indeed
and may that be remembered
in one’s hour of need

While the puppeteer sleeps
how divine the dream
that frees the marionette to dance

Before the terrible tyrant wakes
Pops the dream
and spoils it's chance

With all the unknown variables
in the complex equation of our lives
for X to equal happiness
we must be always solving for the
value of X

There are ghosts that dwell
in the spooky mist
above the water at night
With the break of dawn
they will soon be gone
like vampires in the light

We must stand
in the rain to hide
any trace of tears
To be discovered weeping
is the worst
of our crazy fears

Big “I”
Little you
and everyone else too
As long as it
comes out the winner
If it’s let in the game
things won’t be the same
The ego is a natural born sinner

May the glorious sun
be the face of god
and all it’s light his robe
as he takes
a morning stroll
across this sleepy globe