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

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

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

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

Slipping, slowly, Struggling not to fall into dreaded dreamland. For some; a happy time of fantasy.

Behind a blinking twinkle, difference disappears, swirling midst an onyx cave, masked, like moon from sun.

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

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

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

Subdued and moonless, breaks the dawn, delivering the year; boisterous gloom, percussing panes,

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