The moments right after I cease to sleep,
are filled with thoughts of you.
Awaking in a morning haze,
when not much else makes sense yet.
The first imagine I can recall,
is a hopeful one of you beside me.
As I lay soaking in the new day,
I realize you aren't there.
That as much I'd like to greet today,
by stroking your hair out of your face,
I'm short-changed by the inconvenient truth.
Somewhere in a place far away,
too hard for me to reach,
is the girl of my dreams,
lingering in the clouds,
of every morning after I sleep.