morning echoes

the night was a broken mirror

where i kept turning and turning

now light softly seeps through the cracks

the sun rises like a paradise rising from within the sea

the drunken whispers of stars

i carried from the dark

fall silent at the touch of morning’s softness

perhaps morning is the awakening of memories

forgotten behind the nights;

an old clock whispering

that everything has begun again

birdsong wanders like a carnival

trees lean into shadows

and from a garden you’ve never passed by

comes the scent of a childhood you somehow know

like an ancient calm

i am in the full clarity of being

in a naked reality

this isn’t just a sunrise

it’s the moment the world breathes in again