The Morning is Beautiful, But Please Don't Wake Me Up

They woke with the sun, And opened their eyes To a sky of roses And robins' eggs. They move along, Their path lit by memories of the moon And a faint dusting of glitter, Still left from the night. Their breathes travel up, Like wallowing smoke-- Billowing from traveling chimney stacks. They wait, side by side, With time their mutual friend, And pause underneath a moving sky. A day begins again.