In the quiet of a morning,

a silence only faced alone,

we can imagine anything

we desire as no one steps

in front of a somber melody.

Flashes of last night’s travel,

the subconscious comes 

alive in those early waking

moments, when our lives

become a museum of our

own gallery of experience.

Next, we ask in such repose

that no one can ever know.

Our day begins the same,

though like never before

because that’s why new

days hold a lasting impression.