Sometimes I want to be your

Morning Glory.

And break open a new day,

Waking you with my kiss.

But I could only ever be

Your last night’s memory…

Reminding you

Of what not to do,

All over again.

Sometimes I want to be your

evening shower.

Strip you of the burden

That dyes your beautiful body

In iridescent streams

Of urban filth.

But I could only ever be

Your longing for the daylight hour,

Slipping down the drain

In a meaningless pirouette

That you don’t see.

Sometimes, I wanna be your

Midnight musings.

Enchanting you with

Fantastic visions

Of a neon reverie.

And you know what?

That’s something I can

Truly be.

If you open your heart

To the dream you dare not

Conjure in the dreaded waking hour

Beneath the Sun…

You will find

That I am still yours, my

Morning Glory.

Long after the dawn,

And the waking kiss

Are come.