Beneath the soft gold of a morning sun’s grace,
The light dances and lingers, a warm embrace,
On the mirror’s facets, a world revealed,
Each prism casting colors, brilliantly concealed.

Hints of green and blues that tremble in flight,
Amber flames sparking, alive in the light.
Within each gleam, a fleeting star-bound trace,
Mirages of brightness in shimmering space.

Brushing the glass in a tender release,
Colors merge and part in their radiant peace,
With the essence of day, in a thousand hues,
Touching and drifting, secrets diffuse.