PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It is amazing how something so beautiful, can be so many things at once,
and how all of the colors I see, are all produced from the sun.
Light is barely visible in the horizon, as a new day slowly approaches,
all the possibilities that may happen today, such as a new purchase,
somehow I know this.
The blue reminds me of the past, full of sadness and too much rejection,
yet the orange promises me something, as the happy becomes the injection.
The hudson for now is dark, since the sky above has yet to be touched,
by the light of the sun in the morning, that will pull the lever for the night to be flushed.
Lights in rooms slowly come to life, as the alarm clock in their minds rings loud,
and the people all turn on their coffee maker, as the real yawn loud and proud.
But the true lucky ones in the morning, are the ones who get the chance to see,
the sky begins to brighten, as the night exchanges its fee.