Morning Conversation

Silence of morning played, but as usual activity of familiar nature launched its play

Mention of disaster droned on as  hair on arms stood at attention

A surprised individual was in shock as he announced question

She could not recall any dream or vision that matched this day’s disaster

As the sun positioned itself higher and higher, there was a comfort level
Recollection of the past evening conquered original thought

Then a memory of her sister brought something into light

There was a terrible site of bricks and mortar that lay dead in the streets

The next block was no block it all seem the same

She waited for a bus that never was

She realized there was no way out

There was not a soul out except her and her sister

Then a thought of fright came to her sense of blight

Was this the original question that I so quickly brushed off like a flea?

Was this vision something completely different?

Will there show another face?

Tonight starts beginning of something new

Will the stars shine bright; please tell me
Every night she plays the same game

Death, destruction, birth, and disfigurement

Why was this given to her?

Some questions cannot be answered

Here we go again praying for something good

There was a slight smell of floral

Drifting deeper and deeper in the land that she adores

It was morning again

Through the venetian blinds glints of sun
Tiny particles riding down the rays

Could not recall the nights magic

Throwing off the blankets she smiled

Morning was like all the rest, mindless and calm

Silence repeated the morning causing meditative state of mind

A thought of the evening came to psyche

This time she decided to stomp the eerie crawly creature

The best decision she made in a very long time

Morning and the rest of the day was glorious

If this could be every day
Beautiful wrapping paper only to look at
She decided very quickly that beauty is better when we have freedom to explore