Morning dew awaits
and recalls our fate
While old souls, tempt us to chase

their pale hues of grace
enshrined within shining light
How shameful we stay posed

yet dignified
Darkened sun turend black
and leaving us blind

But with a light touch

like the thinnest silk

While using a gentle hand
(within this shade of grey)
Bathe us with woe

Hold us here in frozen night
Unveil us mezmerized
Solemn we swoon

we can stay masked for a while
Unveil me