Morning Veil

When I unlock the door to my mind,
a gentle voice grows roots entwined,
where a new day gains its meaning true,
and wakes her from the midnight’s blue.

Morning smells of coffee’s delight,
a ray caresses a sleepy heart tight,
an embrace rests in the fresh meadow’s glow,
a veil of the new day starts to show.

She hides in her palm, as only she can,
quiets her mind and walks away then,
to unsettle the ground beneath her heart’s plan,
and lead her to the vast unknown land.