Star studded landscape, ready to be rocked to sleep fades in bed of sky, as sun’s hues vibrate unseen.
Golden Moon high slowly bleaches away in hazy veil of clouds.
Sounds of wind whisper as breath merges and eyes slowly open in hour where birds haven’t awakened.
New day approaches as purple tangerine sky awakes senses for self to merge in moment.
Moment where quiet revels bright new sun to welcome in day with a serenade of life’s sounds.
I couldn't sleep so I am awake at 6AM. There is a special quiet, wind lightly blowing The sky is in transition making way for a poem to begin. Here it is a slate of computer screen is etched upon