The Morning Dawns With A Mist

The morning dawns with a mist
captured silently over the land
that slowly turns to a fog
and encompasses all I see

but I know the sun shall prevail
and the shrouds of gloom lift
under the soothing golden warmth until
the evening returns with its fingers
beneath the hushed cold lullaby of the moon

where my memories shall turn back
to the warmth of the day
when her voice was the light
that lifted the mist from my soul.