Untitled - May 4, 2001

The hours before dawn
are eerily silent
as the balance between
night and day
hangs upon a thread.

With the twist of a pin,
the faint whispers
of the early morning sun are seen,
chasing away the last remnants
of the night just past.

As the cool morning air
is pushed by the warm breezes,
a pale pink is seen
from the edge of the world,
once more greeting the world
as the new day begins.