Morning alive

and that I’m alive

Still, by mere action of rising from bed, showering

into whose heart, the finch song in beauty, fills my soul-

with a start-

alive

Still- a surprise, the creatures of no heart, call give up

they’re as strange as a dream, and just as unreal-

at which I laugh

well, I’m alive

after last night, Love sounds her nature, the world she calls

beautiful, triumphant heart, in her muses ear, soul- alive Still-

therein what’s Real