Sapphire Serenade at Dawn

Written by Miguel Santiago

In the first blush of dawn, I see myself reflected – a canvas of cerulean feathers perched on the dew-kissed branch of existence. I am the bluebird, the precursor of daybreak, echoing the silent symphony of sunlight through my sapphire song.

My wings, brushed with the font of heaven and ocean, dance with the unseen rhythms of the breeze. Flutters framed against the delicate lace of morning clouds become sonnets of freedom, the pulsating heart of the horizon beating in my avian chest.

Each note I croon is a brushstroke on the rosy blush of dawn, an awakening lullaby whispered to the slumbering world below. I sing not for the echo of appreciation but for the initiation of daylight’s dance, a cosmic concert ordained by the rising sun.

I trace the invisible sutures of the sky, a minstrel of the morning chorus, my melodies stitched upon the silent tapestry of the breaking day. Each trill is a confession of flight’s euphoria, each warble a testament to the tantalising thrill of existing between heaven and earth.

Beneath my cobalt crest, secrets of the sky are etched, silent serenades whispered by the wind, timeless tales of the turning cosmos. I carry the weight of these celestial sagas in my song, unveiling them in harmonious hymns of daylight.

I trace the breath of zephyrs, glide along the soft layers of the atmosphere, my silhouette painted on the canvas of the yawning sky. For a moment, I eclipse…