The someday came – and still I hope for more.

The daylight may feel dim in the mid morning. A soft twilight kind of feel with fog sitting on banks.

A rose colored dream. I close my eyes to see the tender skin on my eyelids. They open.

They open. You are there.

A rose colored dream.

I sit up and rub my eyes

You sit there jerked up and ready for the beginning to the day. Any day. Every day.

A rose colored dream.

The mirror in our wash room glares because of the sun. I walk over to see,

A rose colored dream.

No one admits how fast a day can turn gloomy, even with a rose colored dream.

Forgiveness is the language of angels.

To learning new languages and to walking up right.

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