I believe there will be birds singing outside my window
when I awake.
After a night of falling stars
, there will be diamonds in the downspout,
and my newspaper will arrive wrapped in a silk ribbon.
will bring cappuccino and truffles
And the bus
will wait at my corner, saving me the front seat
You scoff at this, thinking I am mad
But you have never woken to find your dream
Bringing the sunlight into your bedroom
and coffee to your table.