Deep silence saturated the air moments before dawn.
Darkness, desperate to savor the moon’s beauty for one last moment
Thr stars wept, showering the sleeping goddess.
Only reverence borne of fear was given to this divine precipice
Parsing the known from possible these moments before dawn.
A newborn eye begins to focus as the dawn arrives
Fires dance through vapor as yesterday’s toil brings newlife
Hope's exodus, embracing innocent potential
Anticipation flows from dew drops to tempests
The gate keeper stands solemn, as the dawn arrives.