A Lovely Summer Morning. Poem by suhana lulu

A tiring long night
usually fed with good sleep
but that day eyes just kept awake
maybe of,
the frames flashed
far from memory;
a useless teen
a colored childhood,
pain and complain,
or like always
an unreasoned thought.

I could see the streaks of light just born,
through my half curtained window
squeaking tiny birds in the purple sky.
cycle bells
newspaper shouts
speedy morning footsteps
and the smell of a new summer morning.

'awake'
'eyes and thoughts clashed
between i lost my sweet dark maze'
a warm hug;
eyes smiled childish
being kissed lovely
fresh and fresh
without even a sleep.

A pair of our favorite clay cups
seemed waiting
for their hot tea
and to have lip kissed.

'too early'
'lets walk in the mist'
i loved it
i always love to walk with him
as i love a mere presence of him,
the robbed looks,
i love to walk on his legs;
hands round on his waist
up to the door,
he is the best gift i ever had.

we walked through the narrow roads,
houses disciplined
with a plot just covering their home
and lots of flowers in that limited place
bougainvillea, shoe flowers, rose,
more and more
yellow and purple ones.

Mist wet roads black,
and the sky;
red and violet
with the fully bloomed
old big trees.

morning fresh clean market
the vegetable trolley men
keeping their goodies neatly
green yellow red
veggies shows their shine
reflects the sky.
the bookshop just opened
smells the new paper bits.

its a special feel
to see a very crowded old street
in the mist,
with few old men jogging,
and some of them sharing their news n walks
with a cup of hot filter coffee and
fresh newspaper
on old cement benches
beside the road.

the purple flowered trees
the pensioners and the very old streets
the cement benches
the antique trolleys
and
a silent sign of summer.