Purple grays color daybreak
the brine of night and day~
The clouds wither down
into wisps and fogs,
bending the morning\'s
shadows too long-
the sleepy stars, stretching so far
greet goodbyes with a wave and-gone-
returning again at evening\'s dawn.
Eyes opening, like insightful jaws widening
eating up the world in looks
carnivorous and starving;
hands dripping, legs lingering (still falling in their dreams)
the bed is warm but used, and the ground calls to be moved
by footsteps stumbling, dropping down
shuddering the floors and loud!
The sole star is standing now,
sunshine streams and curls
through the doors and windows, now,
lighting up all of the World-
Good Morning.