New Mornings And The Sleepy Doves

When I let myself get lost

I wander in my mind

Remembering when I was a child

And everything was easier

Even the air seemed different

The breeze carried the scent of summertime and sunshine

Sometimes I want to go back

To the farm, down the lane, by the pond

Where the ivy grew over the gate

And forget I ever grew up

Disappear into a void of giggles and games

Where dad ruled the raft

And we ate ice cream on the steps

our hands sticky and sweet

Playing kickball in the yard

And hide and seek till dark

Making wishes on the stars that fell

and screamed, streaking across the sky

Dragging my sleepy self to bed

Welcomed by my pillow

Laughter lingering, vibrating down the halls

With warnings to settle down,

Smiles clinging to our faces, through little hands

Waking to the doves outside my window

Warmly, welcoming me to a new day

Yeah, sometimes I desperately want to go back

And just be

Happy

Listening to the doves