Various mornings

The sunlight deceives in this thoughtless wonder

bright rays that promise warmth are just for show

an illusion in the making and naught but cold

But imagine the warmth that the sun could bestow unto

violin beats that mimic the heart with strings that echo and

Light that dances behind shadows who bow with grace

Whispers in the timeless space that exists in between

one breath and the next that I hold behind pale lips

shiver not, feel not but warmth of promises yet to be made