Morphed Heart Of Art

Dawn lifts onyx shroud from sky clear of cloud, from dome’s color crowd spread hued specks in air. Garden glows in flare, dew shines pearly glow on olive meadow, scene of dreamy show. Spurts of yearning start, carves urge in my heart, morphing to fond art. My muse soars sky-high on lilt wings to fly beguiled in your sky. My enticed songs there, I sing in tunes rare.