Lumini

In the first twilight there unfolds,
a field of golden veils untold,
there it hovers, calm and free,
ignoring the heart’s quiet plea.

There gently scatters all her dreams,
the universe of tender streams,
so lightly there it drifts to rest,
her soul at peace, her heart refreshed.

The world of troubles drifts to night,
draped in morning’s tender light.
It softly leaves a honeyed kiss,
to kindle the world she holds in bliss.

Carefully, it leads her way
to a realm where light does stay.
It softly embraces the land of dreams,
where her fragility hides unseen.