The sun still slumbers with her head wrapped in a silk scarf of the blackest night blue
Moon hides beneath her coverlet of downy clouds, protecting her eyes from the glare of
A battalion of stars begin their retreat, marching in union with their batons of twinkling
flashes, off, on, off, on.
And, I slowly emerge from the deep sea of oblivion, encased in a wet suit of sleep,
Opening up to the days beginning with a yawn of applause.