The Sunny Path

The first words thought
the first words spoken,
whispered, when I open my eyes
in the morning, set the tone
and then the day may be grey
the mind may be lost
aches and worries may make
a lot of distracting noise
feet may not even want to get up
in the end it will all dance
to the leading melody
of those first words ‘I love you’
rolled out as the sunny path to go