Brite Silver Morning, I can’t make you copper
nor fill you with birds if you don’t want to fly
nor cause cloudcover, nor possess you, nor try
I can call you something other than what shines
I can make up rules for you to abide by
I can decide that morning is a night robber
shut my eyes and ask for any other kind of light
or demand only late afternoon slants from you
or remain in my covers ’til I get my hue
I can dive in my dreams in oceans of blue
I can swim there alone anyway I want to
I can take it all in without dawn, without fight
Brite Silver Morning, you don’t even try
to be what I want, or light me up proper
I can bury my face in the rag of desire
or open a window for you to come through
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