"Each Morning"

Each morning
I look at the skies
I can see the beauty of color
As the sun begins to rise

The luminous clouds
Blue, purple, and pink
I am ready to write a poem
As I quietly sit and think

What would it be like
If every morning were the same
Every person I had met
Shared the same exact name?

What if there weren't any stars
Left in the sky
If the rain stopped falling
And everything turned dry?

Would the words that flow
From my mind, as I write
Disperse into nothingness
Seemlessy into the night?

Written 11.12.2004