Asylum

Tomorrow’s sunrise will arrive—

beyond all definition

flying north to never-neverland

for truth and our ambitions.

Let’s sing a song of birth my dear

we’ll sing it nice and slow…

so that when morning comes around

there’s splendor in the snow.

And in forever seeing—

our eyes can catch the view

of cotton-tails and fairy tales

all running through and through

The meadows where the big cow feeds

and where the Robin sings—

of cabbages, and goldilocks and

knights all dressed in green—

Tomorrow is nearly here my love

let’s meet it with a kiss—

then forever we will dwell

upon the silvery sea.

Forever is a long-long time

and as the definition swells…

There’s cantaloupes and artichokes

awaiting in our cells.