When I dream of morning the hard dark night is through
and when I dream of morning I will awake with you
to miriad dew drops sparkling
while high sea birds are white-ing
in a painting of true blue
while all below a green and gold roll slowly toward a silver sea
where aqueous waves diamand hands to greet a gentle breeze.
(I must have been rich when I wrote this because I sure can't afford it on my income) Fido