I miss the earlymorning quiet when teverything the world is Waiting to take her first Breath. When I can walk into the justbarely night sky With my toes touching dewycold grass and Lift my head to feel the breezy dawn, When the moon fades to daylight and the Sunrays breach the clouds they hide behind, that Inbetween duskdawn state where I am the only living soul. There is nothing more beautiful than This quiet but summer trades the soft cascade of leaves for Cacophonous daybreaks with birds chirping Tirelessly Awareness of being settles in well Before 4 AM. I want the tiptoefeeling back, when I step outside and inhale the dawn.
I am waiting there, on my Porchstep, promising to take my first Breath.
Written when I couldn't sleep, as are most of my pieces.