POETRY

By Azurii Designs

Morning Reflections:Autumn on "The Harbor"

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. 1708. "Stalwart."

I walk in the shadows of doom,
the street is dark and drull.
There is no life in my house this
    morning.

I see March.
I cry within for a face.
A face no one has yet to see.

I see the waves crashing.
Yet I have found no sun.
I walked a paralled road.
That looked: Brown and useless.

A world wakes up at 5 O'clock.
A world rests at 10 P.M.
Pain of a world of the dead.
Splashes on me all day long.

I once sought the eyes
of a tree.
Yet he was big.
I feared this street
I knew at 50, since I was 5.

Yet winds crash on whispers
of the truth.

To smile - is a moon.
To laugh - Why?
A blank space.
Fills no time.
You can never know
how to read ...
A story so gay.

You have never seen the eyes
of a petuna.
You never tasted pain.
Known once - how to be wrong.

You have no memory
of a little girl
with small eyes.

No knowledge
    of a box.
You've never really
jumped off that cliff?
But you told me about the
past.

I've enjoyed the "Pepsi".
I have shared with you my colors.
At least 7 - maybe 12.

Not that any sun or rainbow reflected on these roads.
But today - this morning - I walked alone.
There was no story down this street.
Only gray mist, ice, and death.

Then, I woke up.
And, went to work at 8 A.M.

A day that will end - when the last "bell rings".
A night of sleep never does justice to 5 A.M.