Singing In My Sleep

I lie awake in the beauty of the night,
Wondering what the day’s mysteries meant.
Reminiscing my past unpopular deeds,
Had I known better, all could have been different!

The super memories become live
I relive them, in some flash of a second.
In the depth of my peaceful sleep
I join in the family chorus.
A chorus that took long to compose,
And I was the composer!

The sigh of accomplishment comes up,
I sing out in ecstasy, with zeal and zest,
Enjoying the sound of my vocals.
Ouch!
I over did it,
I was singing in my sleep!

Wake me up to the morning of beauty.
A morning that comes with natural freshness,
A morning that will rewind my song,
A morning that reveals the beauty of my voice.
Please, let me sing that song again.