Five-fifteen in the dark
Riding my bicycle past you
What are you dreaming now?
It’s early and you must slumber
Fast asleep in feathers
The quiet glide of soft tyres
I float in the early morning
Like a cloud
With sunshine moments on my mind
It’s a new day
The sun will rise
upon my back
And I am grateful
….Grateful...
For Five-fifteen
Have I ever loved
Anyone but you?
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