Morning’s sun, subtly dulled. So perfect does enact such shattered souls. The mist - delicate,

Pearly hue, mottles through, filmy, fitful panes. Cascading its shimmer, silently; fluidly, flooding the room.

Glazed veils, overflow; crack, with surging chills. Briny despair, on the verge of eruption,

Wearily wafting, weightlessly, in buoyant, humid hue; Floating fearlessly, clutched in hazy radiance.

Dewy twilight fell outside, transparent breeze crept in, washing over all. Midnight hours swallowed; a shared,

Day after the longest, lounging to sounds; traffic drone, plucks from strings swelling in the whispering

Static. White noise. Deafening silence, overflows; trickling webs

Twitching instinct snapping clarity, dry eyes dazzled, puzzled; blinking,

Mysterious, midnight messenger, bearing life’s flare, emerging, swooping,

Cloaked in cloud, milky fullness, gleams but is not seen. A silvery shepherd,

Magical silence, frames soulful melody, woeful beauty, endearing refrain. Chills nip my spine,