Dreamy Mornings

I dream of a time when I’ll not have to wake up early.
No, don’t get me wrong, I like waking up early.
But not for work, but for watching the dew settle,
On the edge of the leaves, with the fog all around me.
I’d like to wake up early to such a scenery,
And have all that time in the world to marvel at it.
Not give a glance and hurry along, ’cause work beckons, oh gotta run now!
I dream of such early mornings.

I dream of a time when I can go for a light morning run,
And then stop over at a road-side tea stall,
Take sips of oh-so-hot tea, made perfectly as I like it.
I wish to be a part of this frame, and not just look at it,
From the window of my work-vehicle, wishing and only wishing.
I dream of such hot earthen-pot tea mornings.

I dream of a time when I can read the morning daily newspaper,
While listening to the classical music on the radio.
I dream of getting a kiss on my cheek by my lover,
When he lazily wakes up to the humming of mine.
I wish I didn’t have to wake up to an empty bed,
With my lover miles and kilometers away from me.
I wish I didn’t have to read the e-newspaper,
While listening to tunes on my headphones.
I dream of such classically ideal mornings.

But then I wake up to the early morning alarm,
Set for getting ready for my work, all the dreams easily forgotten.
I call my lover who cannot and refuses to wake up,
Without getting a call from me and I laugh,
Hearing that sleepy voice, saying good morning to me.

Well, now, what about the dreams,
Ain’t I gonna do something about fulfilling them?
Hmm, maybe some day, when my finances would be stable,
And so would be my life with my lover, my friend.
So for now, dreams, you better be good till I come back to you,
At night, with a soundless sigh and a peaceful mind,
But hey, don’t you worry for,
Oh, Dreams! My, Dreams! I’ll come back to you!