In the silence, the light unfurls
shadow butterflies dancing on the walls,
like murmurs caught in the web of time.
What dreams dwell in the cusp of awakening,
where echoes of yesterday's twilight wane?
Eyes flutter 'neath the embrace of gold
as morning spills secrets of saffron skies,
the bravest bloom unfolds, petals poised
to sip from the chalice of possibility.