• mirrormagician 6w

    Waking

    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.
    ©mirrormagician