eight o'clock a.m. - I'm on my second cup
Baileys in my coffee... I need some Irish luck
calling for my muse because my mind is stuck
because we're not together, I feel I'm in a rut
strange thing happened in my dream last night
seems a little fuzzy - but 'twas quite a delight
you were here again, a shadow next to me...
can our minds connect through telepathy?
the wren is calling out - now he's very near
the message from my muse is perfectly clear
when flowers are abloom and a rose turns red
what once was a dream will be real instead
Lorene Rogers©️ 5-2-24