The sweetest ray of day creeps through the blind to fill enduring dreams with hints of day a tingle shimmers o'er my drowsy mind, though in my cozy bed I long to stay. The warble of the morning birds is faint but calls me from the gentle realm of nod wherein I dance with joy and no restraint in fantasy until that quiet prod. As dawn arrives to greet my sleepy eyes I wake with lingered visions of my love and keep them close, so comfort never flies like wind or winging of a mourning dove. A new day comes with promise, hope and light I'm ready to embrace it, love in sight.