When Morning Light Will Fuel A Thought

When morning light will fuel a thought
Those dwellings
They’re so real

When sleep is near and dreams are rare
You are what I feel.

And rain
It spills from such great height
It paints the pavement pure

Search the world a little, now
There’s good out there,
I’m sure.

The rain has washed the world again
The streets and walls are dusted

Monday’s sky has turned to sea
...my minds a little rusted.

Absence
It can be a gem
Things can grow or go

But when sleep is near and dreams are rare
I’ll miss you
That, I know