Morning

Morning came with lightheaded bliss
Hiding her promise in a tight embrace

All her beauty on show
Sparkling and radiant;
Her cool glittering dew
Behind a mimicry of gold

Painting weightless visions in the sunny sky
Rays breaking in millions of sparks
Each of them carelessly dancing
Forever suspended among wispy clouds in the blue

Turning her daffodil colors from the light
A thousand liliac petals silently shivering
She opened her arms wide
And smiling began her retreat

Offering bright lively vistas
A thousand and one echos entwined
Hinting at untold mysteries
She was dropping her cues

In her dazzling display
Green dawn long left behind
From her caring warm hand
Stumbled charades and despair 
 
With everything said
Her blade hidden by countless reflections
Invisible gates started to beckon
Behind white blinding sunshine 
 
(Knowing, not hearing)
Infinity twisting just behind
(A Grandpa's house)
the withered surprises, suddenly stale

With a frozen smile
The orchid sun set
In her feathery guile
And numbness dropped in

Morning's rolling sounds,
Her charming performance
And adorable touches
Would soon be forgotten

With comfort in waiting
Its engine willingly turning
On that lightheaded morning -
Everything seemed as always.