Morning beneath the mist

Morning has broken a long night
Shaking still after the dreams
During night nothing is as it seams
Shadows are pockets of darkness,
hanging there in the corners.

Looking at the photo frame at night
The motive is blurred unclear
Makes me shiver a bit in fear
Light is turning colors into the frame.

Yet again visible for my eyes,
once more clear in mind
Supernatural motive emerge
A bright morning smile is greeting me.