Good morning

Good morning

Good morning breaks
Into many small pieces, 
Through lives' prisms. 

Rays enter night's 
Embraces & exhalations, 
Keyholes of many prisons. 

Wishes are auras around
The morning light, unseen,
With no physical reasons. 

Yet they spread their field 
Like a bed of sunflowers 
That survive the seasons. 

Mine to you is thus 
Both about us and why 
Life somehow glistens.