Morning Eyes

With morning's mouth, so speaks the sneaky sun With lisping, skipping, shouting orange breath with new discoveries upon it's tongue to warmly set the soul at ease to test the souls it's words engender seek to pause and wind the dew toward heavens yet to rest the sun absorbs the rhythm just because it's task is one of cycle and advise with speech to gently warm us to it's laws while having conversations with the skies reflected in a rainbow or a cloud or in the silent steam in silver sighs but now to morning's mouth we hear aloud the sun to urge the risen toward their lives who listen to the sun without a sound and by it fill their pockets warm and wise with light that others seek with empty ears but never see in morning, orange eyes.