Lonely Mornings

Under the clouds
The birds are pulling through,
The stretched out trees
Are peppered with rain
And on the street
The pavements are dizzy
With the scents you ignite
As you move.
Simplicity and joy
Are the dual spells you weave
As you dance on splitting slabs
And glide on like ash above flames.
To follow you on spring mornings
Caught up in another routine
And to breathe your seasoned breeze
Is a blessing without disguise,
Dressed with half a smile
And the light
That creeps between buildings,
You are something from nothing,
A sun that breaks the clouds.