Moonflowers Poem by John DeBona

The first rays of the morning sun illuminate the horizon,
life begins to stir.
Birds begin to chirp, and the moonflowers gently close.
Dew on the grass glistens as tiny droplets, and if you look at them right
you just might see the colors of the rainbow.
As I slowly move under the warmth of my covers, halfway in dream state,
I smell your scent, and only for a moment you are here.
I wake alone.
Time to move, get up and get that first cup of Joe.
Get dressed and go to work, thats just how my life goes.
Youve moved on, but sometimes I hear your name or taste your breath
on the morning breeze.
I walk alone.