Early morning changes my colour, <br />Weakens my magnet for you to escape into sleep <br />I asked the girl in the corridor if she was a <br />Morning bird, she smiled then floated into the <br />Lacquered afternoon <br />So easy for her <br />Does she know of her boyfriends addiction? <br /> <br />The sea has tempted me from Europe <br />I can't abide by words; they are forever changing, <br />Working towards a plot for some insane script. <br /> <br />The funeral of a small town <br />Don't send flowers <br />Donate them to guilt <br />Innocence once held power <br />Now, not even a memory can realise the coup. <br /> <br />Her eyes open <br />The bliss of her portrait is shelved <br />I wish I could resolve with her the teeth that chew <br />My requirements.<br /><br />Anthony Dawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning/
