Morning's Siren
In the end of night,
When shadows dance alone.
I saw her rush into the shop,
Like a siren from the dark.
Her beauty was a shock,
A wake-up call to the morning’s numb.
Business casual, but not quite ready
For the day's dull tasks.
Her hair a windblown mess,
Strands flying like wild birds.
Her eyes, two bright stars,
Shining with urgent light.
I was caught, a shipwrecked sailor,
On this island of light.
My heart stumbled,
A drumbeat that faltered.
And then she vanished,
Like a ghost in morning air.
Leaving only echoes
Of her beauty lingering.
