Morning Colours

by Maria Cinanni
The clock chimed the morning ceremony
with ardent fragrances of the sun.
The Song echoed through the walls,
the Song of Songs,
bringing all masterpiece frescoes
to life.

One child searched for the adoration
in the eyes of her mother.
She touched them,
she listened,
she knew those colours,
the colours of a new day.

 2001 by Maria Cinanni. All rights reserved.