Good Morning World

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.