Good morning,  
sleepy souls—  
peel off the night’s masks,  
slip on the day’s,  
and keep wandering through life  
as if you’re the first  
and the last...  

Or pause for a beat,  
glance over your shoulder—  
you might spot something new,  
something  
not yet inked...  

Kiss your own palm,  
your mother’s fingers,  
or the cheek of your greatest love.  
But what is that love,  
the deepest one?  
Likely, it’s never been  
written...  

Good morning, writers—  
try.  
Maybe today you’ll catch it,  
between butterfly wings
or in the blink of an eye:  
the one  
still unwritten...