Mystic Morning

In twilight's tender veil, new dawn unfolds,
Eclipses of the night turn to light's gold,
A mystic morning whispers tales untold,
Where dreams of shadowed realms through sunbeams mold.

Horizon blushes pink, a day is born,
Embracing light and dark, new hopes are sworn,
Nature's symphony, in dew and thorn,
Invites the heart to heal what night has torn.

On morning's breath, the world feels wide and whole,
A canvas fresh, as night's blues fade to coal,
Harmony in discord, night’s toll consoled,
In dawn's embrace, the spirit comes to know.