before the golden un-woken dawn
I stand measureless in time
the days unknown mysteries
in strands start to form
the un-dried dew in the grass rises
to create tendrils of life
the birds unanswered cry
sings forth into light
the uncapped ocean tides
reach for the mornings promise
in all the unviewed beauty
nothing is ever lost
in this undefiled moment
it doesn't come with a cost