One sunny morning
I'll wake up in San Francisco
my permanent home
I'll wake with a smile on my face

And one sunny morning
I'll stare into that sun
and write my poems down
with quills and rose scented paper

One sunny morning
I'll drink with the best of them
and talk philosophy with a beautiful novice
and write about his smile

One sunny morning
I'll take visits down to France
and fall in love with you again
and let you read my art

One sunny morning
I'll taste blue lakes
and feel warm winds
and never cry again

One sunny morning
I swear
I'll be a morning person
because you'll be there