Morning's Song

The morning was merely majestic,
as every other before it.
Dawn spread its palms wide across the sky.
Eccentric blues and violets mingled and tangled,
and kisses were stolen before breakfast.
Bedsheets were left untucked, pillows askew..
All was right with the world,
because every star was set in its place,
and the moon and the sun shone in the same hour.
It was a nirvana of all fiery beginnings,
with the tranquility of an incandescent pool.
No, nothing could falter such a perfect morning.