Light Breaks Water

In morning’s still and golden breath,

The earth awakes from silent depth.

A quiet lake, like polished glass,

Reflects the sky as moments pass.

Soft dawn steps on sandy ground,

Breaking night without a sound.

A golden thread, one shining beam,

Dances where we once would dream.

From calmest corners ripples rise,

Glistening where the water lies.

No thunder claps, no storms invade—

Just light and peace in calm parade.

Like woven silk the sunbeams slide,

Where waves and light now coincide.

Brief sparks arise and fade from sight,

As morning hums in whispered light.

Beneath the waves, the stones still glow,

Like dream-lost thoughts from long ago.

Shadows stretch then drift away,

Revealing dawn’s unfolding day.

Trees bend low in quiet grace,

To watch light fall upon this place.

Each blade of grass begins to gleam,

Bathed in a light like nature’s dream.

Birds soar above in silent flight,

Their wings reflect the water's light.

No haste, no noise, no racing sound,

Just light and water all around.

A stillness deep that calms the mind,

A moment carved for all mankind.

The sun makes no demands on high—

It simply warms, then passes by.

A child might laugh and dip their toe,

As circling ripples softly grow.

They shimmer bright upon the skin,

A gentle day about to begin.

Though outside life may rush and burn,

Here heart and water slowly turn.

The inner storm begins to ease,

Touched by threads of golden peace.

No thunderous call or showy stand,

Just morning’s touch, the earth's own hand.

It seeks no praise, no crowd, no lore—

Just opens up a sacred door.

So breathe it in, this fleeting grace,

Let morning’s mirror set the pace.

The surface parts, the spirit grows,

Where silent light forever flows.

And time lets go its heavy weight—

As sunlight kisses water’s fate.