Glow spills across the edge of morning light,
Like something refusing to fade away––
It lingers where the silence used to be,
and teaches darkness how to stay.
The gleam that floods through the city street
Awakens the songs of the morning dove—
With the light, the city wakes to greet
The people with its love.
But even light has shadows it won’t chase,
Where quiet hearts learn to breathe again––
And every step along that crowded place
Feels softer when the glow slips in.
The sensation of hope drifts in with the sight,
Welcoming smiles on familiar faces—
It seems the morning is equally bright
In the face of its mirroring darkened places.
And still the day moves forward, unaware,
Of all the weight the night as left behind––
Yet somehow, there is gentleness in the air,
That teachers broken things to realign.
Perhaps in the dark there is still the beauty
That the day had left for all to see—
Rather than fight over the other’s duty,
They could cherish all that they’d brought to be.
And that is the "Nature Of The Mist”!
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC
Glow spills across the edge of morning light,
Like something refusing to fade away––
It lingers where the silence used to be,
and teaches darkness how to stay.
The gleam that floods through the city street
Awakens the songs of the morning dove—
With the light, the city wakes to greet
The people with its love.
But even light has shadows it won’t chase,
Where quiet hearts learn to breathe again––
And every step along that crowded place
Feels softer when the glow slips in.
The sensation of hope drifts in with the sight,
Welcoming smiles on familiar faces—
It seems the morning is equally bright
In the face of its mirroring darkened places.
And still the day moves forward, unaware,
Of all the weight the night as left behind––
Yet somehow, there is gentleness in the air,
That teachers broken things to realign.
Perhaps in the dark there is still the beauty
That the day had left for all to see—
Rather than fight over the other’s duty,
They could cherish all that they’d brought to be.
And that is the "Nature Of The Mist”!
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