Good Morning Poem by Sandra Feldman

Addicted,
To the rose that smiled at me this morning
To the tree, with crown greenery to spare
To the sea who's white crest, becomes unbolted
"Good Morning"!
To the espresso, "el cafe'" that only,
The bravest hearts, should ever dare.

And I look for you all over and can't find you!
And a desolated feeling grips the air,
And I desperately look out the teary window
With dew falling from my eyes and every where
Till, I realize, that never again I'll see you,
A dark shadow hides, the Sun, but I don't care...