Gentle Whisper

The sky unfurls in a shy, soft sigh,
like a secret unveiled through woolen clouds,
a gentle whisper, scarcely felt,
that fades into dawn, brightens, and takes flight.
Dawn notes a breath of gold, so pale,
that dances through the pines and far-off seas,
awakening the world with sweet disguise,
and the heart opens to this fresh surprise.
Through hues of rose and heaven’s gentle grace,
dissolves the hush of weary nights,
leaving room for dreams and whispered pleas,
while the world assumes a brand new ease.
A whisper from the sky, so light, so vast,
the waking of a destiny at last,
and in that fragile breath, the wonder grows,
of the day that wakes and flows without cease.