And finally after 
several cloudy days 
dawn breaks through 
like slaves freed
from their chains 
and the city
bathes and basks
like a seal
on some float
soaking up warmth 
like soapy sponges 
bobbing about dishwater 
and even mountains 
can be seen 
in the distance 
snow caps smiling 
grinning and greeting 
like people with 
brand new dentures 

Day glows from 
behind the blinds
as ground shakes
and the prairie 
of down comfort
begins to rise 
as the sleeping 
giant begins stretching 
first at feet
then to head
and finally the 
river of arms 
overcome and overtake 
the shore me
making me sea

The hope of 
and hope to 
hops gaily about 
tickling me like 
tiny little fingers 
making me giggle 
at every turn 
and hum too
quiet little symphonies 
of maybe of’s
and maybe to’s
and the glow
that others notice 
like small candles 
lit behind eyes 
and twinkling stars
seen from afar 

Ah yes that 
that thing song
or look that
thing which brings 
things to where 
near or far 
nothing else does 
anything like that