Love’s early morning fog
flat tire riding such a slog
setting alarm for birthday delivery
hearing harps in heaven’s nursery
hell hounds spooked by this black rider
county line beauty sleeps ever so fine
what better way to start the day
making dreams loving play
sky lit up by rising angel
gods cheer on free will angle
patience son she might yet see
truthful union just up street
never been so close to wish
slap me silly if trip on lip
giving up on words to say
actions speak heart’s hoorah.
Day Gun
