The morning is false,
Soft with assurance
That the rest should go just as so,
That all the dreams you've had are one,
And someone has heard them
And taken the time to translate.
You are waiting with the truth of them.
Morning is the only time I believe in love;
Because, falling asleep is easy enough alone,
But waking up...
Every morning has its ghosts.
What small marvel then,
That most times they live.
