Morning Mischief

I woke to the mischief of morning
sneaking playfully up the stairs
Now I’m not quite sure as I think of it,
But I’m thinking you were there.

Something lithely climbed into the bed
and lifted a curl of hair
I felt the lightness in my head
With a breath, but without a care.

Just like dew on a blade of grass,
Is a tear from the morning air.
Cried from the eye of tender wolf moon
Who Found it’s halo was not there.

That’s how I felt, floating on the nexus
Between consciousness and sleep
An apprehensive acrobat
Do I cross or do I leap?

But, trouble in my bedroom today
Was not what it might seem
Because as you taunted me from sleep
I awakened to a dream.

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