I woke before the crack of dawn
and sat in the dark suppressing a yawn.
My favorite time of day is morn,
it’s like the rose petals on a bush of thorns.
In the dark I felt my words
humming softly like the feathered birds.
I watched the dark and light begin to flirt
and I wondered whether it ever hurt.
In the silence I can search my thoughts
capture them, write away the ones I caught.
I ponder the ones I never knew I sought
and explore the ones that you have brought.