Hush hung from the morning’s time
A sleepy half awakened rhyme
Composing ever onward lines
Of oh so intricate designs,
Those whisper wafted perfumed things
The dawning day so often brings
Adrift upon awakening air
Silk stencilled dreams that they both share.


Wishes turned within their hearts
Of newborn days, of brand new starts,
And blue eyes squinted at the sun
That clambered golden sequin spun
Towards its throne above the sky
Where only larks and angels fly,
While smile touched smile as soul touched soul
For dawn dreams render all things whole.


Then hand in hand they meadow walked
As intertwined their voices talked
Of why and where and when and who
Of how dreams start two lives anew,
While cornflowers and poppies dance
In sweet reflections of romance,
Like singing geishas as they play
The music of that first born day.


Between the day’s unwinding hours
They walked on sands and bathed in showers
Of sanguine sun and rainbow shade
That flickered as their moments fade
Into that drawn out winding way
That signified the end of day,
Two shadow painted marionettes
Adrift upon their own sunsets…