A Poem A Day, Poem #24

the veil of morning lifts the dewy earth awake
for the birds to sing sweeter than sleep and life
is arranging itself carefully for a soft landing
on day
and you are still away somewhere dreaming of
unknown things, and the meticulous mechanizing
of minds won't let me pull the covers from those
places where sleep hides your secrets or else i
would slide some kiss into your mouthful of moons
                and we could be together somewhere never
                tethered by couldn't's or shouldn't's
                always morningful, singing