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
he's sweeping out cobwebs because I'm in a rut
strange thing happened in my dream last night
seems a little fuzzy - it gave me quite a fright
you were here again, a shadow next to me...
did our minds connect through telepathy?
the wren is calling out - now he's very near
the message from my muse is perfectly clear
when the mums are yellow and leaves turn red
what once was a dream will be real instead
Lorene Rogers©️ 5-2-2-23