The Morning Song

It's five thirty a.m.

Laying here thinking again

The sun is so beautiful

Smiling pink in the sky

I'm wondering why

This doesn't happen all the time

But then maybe if it did

It wouldn't be so blinding

A deep light rose

But I know what I mean

It's something to be seen

Have you seen it?

It's five thirty a.m.

Laying here thinking again

That deep light rose

Pushing pink through my window

Rosy and light, but daytime's

not quite here

I hope I can sleep

I should knowing I can keep

This sun in my mind

I'll never go blind

With this memory

Of something to see.