Good morning, my dark-haired sleepyhead.
It’s time to wake, leave your dreams, and get out of bed.
Your soul swells with unsung notes, you know it’s true.
Bed sheets can wait, dear, sheets of music are calling you.

Dedication: for Brian Vassallo, composer, who loved my thoughts on going to sleep, but needed words with a reason to wake.

Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2010, all rights reserved.