She Says Good Morning

She's there waiting at the gate

Painted by the dawn.

She's there waiting at the gates

As the velvet night sky is torn.

She says good morning,

I smile and say the same.

She's stands waiting at the gate

Smiling at the rain.

As I turn to wave to her

I wish I could remain.

She says Good Morning.

She's there waiting at the gate

Warming all she sees.

Threading through a web of gas

The rain precedes the storm,

Coughing on my way to work

Her smile keeps me warm

She said Good Morning

I smiled and said the same.

She's stands waiting at the gate

A picture in my brain.