Daybreak

noun; the time in the morning when daylight first appears

You’re a quiet secret, 

That I reply on my mind, 

From time to time,

Making look a fool,

Smiling all alone. 

On the backs of butterfly I fly,

Taking me high into the sky, 

Leaving me to drift back down,

Amongst the clouds, 

That peak through the sky.

Orange blossoms bloom against the green,

Covering what remains to be seen,

A friend may all you’ll ever be. 

Well.

I guess we’ll see. 

Reviews

[willweb]

You're a quiet secret but a friend may be all you will ever be, I guess we'll see." Beautiful done and enchanting as the sunrise. Your poem gives the "quiet secret" hope of a little more than just that, like the new day sun gives hope of things to come. I loved this.

[K.P.H.M]

Thank you so much for your kind words! I really like the hopefulness of this poem as well. I'm glad you enjoyed it!