Fresh Cherries in Trinidad

When I woke up on saturday and you came in
You brought the sunlight in
I felt sleep slipping away from me
I feel things occasionally like this
Fresh cherries
Hanging from your fingers

When the water on the window let the sunlight through
And I got a good look at you
Standing above me bright and tall
There are no words for it
There are no words at all
I saw
Fresh cherries
Hanging from your fingers