Lying under the covers,
staring out the window,
I watch the colors changing—
with grace, so slow, yet swift.
From shades of gray and black,
and silver brushed with white,
to a deep and drowning blue,
then gold—the world alight.
The night’s low, humming silence
gives way to chirps, then song—
a symphony of whistling birds,
all joining in at once.
And through it all, I whisper
your sweet name, tenderly,
wishing it could bring you back,
just once more, to hold you close.