Morning awakes without pleasure,
she has arrived missing treasure.
Several clouds dampened her mood,
winds blow about her attitude.
Yawning grass still bares midnight's dew,
early milkman has gummed his shoe.
No rainbow glowing outside my glass,
no room for time or space to pass.
Ditties will nag me 'til high noon,
fashioned fine by two blue bird tunes.
Shadows reborn for eyes to quest,
beat from dreams seeking comfort's nest.
Words don't dance on paper much,
memories trapped in plastic flux.
Stars disappear like false strangers,
all signs of daybreak's dangers.