Layered over
Morning sunlight
Beneath the opening morning sky
The first thing I see
Is a single tree
A sentry post
At the head of the distant field
Would that this vision was home
Also to wake here in summer
With leaf and corn up high
And my lady, laying here by my side
The madness of it all
Circulates incessantly
A mind so instantly awake
Contemplating the day ahead's confusion
Toes tingle
Above me I hear footsteps
The lamp shade is scarlet
But the pictures, they are Prussian blue
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