glistening through creaks
is new dawn, enticingly waking up
from slumbers and yawn,
cutting up lemon, juicing the sun.
stretching limbs into ashes and embers
of yesterday’s night, still burning
a slow flame, scattering flavored aroma…
I’m still unsure, as the sun rise up;
contemplating my smile,
eagerly marinating me.
I cup my arms to his laughter
drinking in the splendor, But,
I’m still unsure
Of why am I alive!
even after the broken pieces,
shattered to one last atom…
I still eulogies about my past
like its glittery as the stars,
when, its dull like the ash clouds
ready to break up and pour.