When I was young,
I was afraid of the dark unknown.
The blackened sea surrounds my bed,
That seemed to surely grow.

I couldn’t sleep,
And so I’d sit,
Peering through my window.
Watching the clock and waiting,
For morning’s warmest glow.

Her sky like lips,
Pastel purple and blue.
She’d finally take a deep breath,
And she’d come alive,
Brand new.

A magic wand to paint her face,
To give life to the day.
To fight off the dark stormy sea,
To send my fears away.

And now I’m grown,
Aged many years,
The dark sea just a blanket.
That swallows me and sets me free,
Until morning comes to take it.