The mirrors echo

Darkness cold and silent.

Peaking its way in,

Moonlight captures its glow.

Watching moments of the secretive night.

His hellos turned into goodbyes and a soft good morning whispered.

Easing her light in quietly. Pleasing the faces it embraces.

Lucint.

Caressing rosy cheeks.

Radiant

Warming the hearts from the cold night.

Healing the wounds of the darkness.

Enkindling its incandescence.

Splendor.

  She arises caramel kissed skin, radiating the room as if she was Sunna herself.

        Loud with Vigor.

She walked in front of me and whispered her truths:

Thank you God and Good morning!

                              Her Beginning