The shadows are receding
the dawn is near
Freshness wet and calm
All will be clear
The waiting has begun
calm cool quiet
patiently waiting
to feel the light
The well-being of
a clear silver pond
The sparkle of the dew
and still I wait
Like the silence before dawn
waiting to be filled
with life
with light.
To be touched with caring tenderness
like smooth softness
like water
The slow sensation of twilight
A star in the overpowering
blackness of night.
And slowly the flower o’ life
opens
Full and beautiful
slow and majestic
and I want to touch her.
