It is cradling me – my dream:
I am wrapped in arms.
It wakes me up – your singing
I look at the window!
I draw back the curtains
And I see you – -my friends of air
I open the window
And your song comes in with the air
The Blue! A morning of joy.
Immersed in your message
My being is filled with delight.
And though song you sing I can not
Know that I am here
Sat in a small window ..