waking up late <br />light pushes itself inside the slits of the windows <br />the sky blue curtains filtering <br />the hues of <br />little rainbows <br /> <br />he rubs his eyes <br />discovering he was all alone <br />the whole night <br /> <br />there were dreams he could not remember anymore <br />he sets the curtains aside <br />opens the window <br />looks at the garden below <br />sees the birds feeding on some grains spread to the ground <br /> <br />he hears a song from his heart <br />a nice one now <br />and to please what has been disturbing him <br />a void, a thorny feeling, last night, or was it the other night <br />he compliments himself with <br /> <br />good morning world <br />thanks, i am still alive.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-morning-41/
