Fire creeps from the Moon

Fire creeps from the moon
before daylight breaks

Dreams float into my room
like hot air balloons

Familiar faces in unfamiliar places
cascade beneath the gloom

It’s morning possibilities excite me
It’s morning responsibilities delight me
It’s morning I arise with a song

My eyes open to see the light of day
my soul rises from its rest-refreshed

Creative pleasures in disguise
whispers in the wind

Speak only to my heart
through my hands

Words appear from worlds
unknown to welcome in the day

It’s morning possibilities excite me
It’s morning responsibilities delight me
It’s morning I arise with a song

Tunes of life play on instruments of thought
melodies rise and fall to greet my humanity

Dreams are messages of love from
a higher source

I awake with determination to see
make this day afresh-anew

Softly breathing life into the
atmosphere my purpose-unfolds

Poetess P.R.Y.D.E.
I enjoyed the flow of the piece. It took me to another place, which is what you want your poems to do. Great work of art, Dawnna!