Morning Light

The light kisses your skin like morning dew,
And weaves intricate patterns across window
Panes. It leaves imprints on your soul as you

Smile, following its soft climax and crescendo
With your delicate fingertips, watching it dance
Across the hazy horizon like a majestic flamingo.

It is like life gives me a gift and a second chance
To enjoy the simplest pleasures. In these seconds
I am enjoying this peacefulness before the trance

Wears off and goes into the wispy clouds. Weapons
All forgotten about as the light calls me and beckons.