The Misty Morning
The star responded to a light
Sunset roaming under the moon,
Evening plummeting into the night,
Activities recede to the humble room.
Morning mist wipe away the darker shade,
Prowling fog lengthen inside the filtering dew,
And baptism wash away the sins we made,
Going into a fountain with only the chosen few.
Watching the wrinkled leaves disappear
And younger limbs pour fluid out boundless,
Misty morning spring comes alive in the air,
Taste the caramel sky stored in heavens closet.
I found news refreshing the misty morning,
each view, ease the mysterious aches and pains,
With old cards and letters folded in a warning
Watch as death sneers back down the drains.
