Before the Dawn...🕯️🕯️
With rhythm and rhyme🖇️
Deep and slow,
quiet words are found.
It spills in cursive whispers,
on pages soft and worn.
A universe of starlight,
in the calm before the dawn.
On the difficult days,
when the world feels sharp and gray.
Even fractured pottery
still holds the light of day.
The cracks are yet a breaking,
but a map of where it has been.
A garden still,
where new life can begin.
Take the leaden silence,
the worries of the hour.
Place them in crucible- imagination’s power.
Stir them with a metaphor,
with rhythm and with rhyme.
Until it spun a golden thread to stand the test of time.
