When you wake up
Try not to tear up
Peekamoose Falls-like

Then you fall asleep and
Mirth lies in the deep end
Shiny, hidden, gleaming all night

Trying hard to see it
Knowing you can't be it
Anyone can see it coming

When you wake up
You’re Mona Lisa smiling at no one

I saw tiny gems there
Silent in my deck chair
Palmy fronds above me, I swear