Before the beautiful dawn

In the still crisp air before the next wave
I turn towards the warming fingers of the sun
filled with longing I open my mouth and sing

There was a time out there in the teeming world
when I was a child needing to be safe
so I sang out loud hoping you might see me

As if in quiet reflection at the end of a previous life
there is clarity that a new path is the way forward
and that which was before is not

Some times we are made bright and new in the fading shadows
before the beautiful dawn when what we thought

could be relied on and who we were is gone

peace