I wake up from a dream,
what a good dream it was.
I am living in the city that never sleeps,
but I sleep.
Thoughts run through these walls like horses in a field,
or the moon through soft clouds.
I open my window to let in the bright rays of sunshine,
I smile towards the sky.
I wonder if it will rain on this perfect day....
Below me I hear cars and people on cell phones.
Lovebird and birds alike are singing to the heavens,
thanking whoever made this perfect day so wonderful already.
I climb back into bed and sigh peacefully happy.
I have a wide grin on my face.
I remember now what I last said in my dream and laugh,
'Good Morning New York.'
-M.H. Darling
