Light slips in quietly
so as not to startle
The night has been fought off
And a sky all the colors of war, becomes at peace.
A candle’s lit in a corner of the workshop
where they build another day.
Curtains move lightly with the pulse of the wind
You should be sleeping
But the moment has drawn you to the dawn
more than the power of the ages, more than just the
flower of the sages thoughts.
Moments like this were seen before there were eyes to see it.
It throbs with electric quiet.
Clouds do slow and dazing dances
Half light playing off their arms
As sun rises to take the stage
And you do as well
To build another day.