Words seem different
When dawn brushes
Against ceramic mugs
Steaming with
Warm milk
And hopeful thoughts

Their softened edges
Whisper a story
You never knew
Existed

A marriage beyond
A wedding day
That unveils
A thousand phrases
Gestures
And nuances
You’ve never held in
A photo frame

Words feel different
When the sunrise
Sprinkles vanilla
Sugar on feelings
Still asleep

A silent snowfall
Of phrases drifts
Into the mind
As if letters and sounds
Are reborn and renewed
In the pale touch of
The morning light

Words are different
In the quiet