Before the Dawn…

Before the Dawn…

there is a hidden space
unrecognized by time.

It is a silent irrational moment
where the blaze of darkness
begins to fade and
light unleashes its belt
releasing hues of majestic pleasures.

The birds
cradled in their nesting places
arise with songs—
prayers…no words able
to duplicate.

Frogs bellowing in ponds
limit their ‘loving’ croaks
while the stalking predator
goes to its den
feeding its young pups
with the captured victim.

Now—
the sounds of traffic…
blaring music,
the tamed world of
machinery…

As the day presses on,
there is the lowly OTHER
walking amidst the
sounds of production

knowing that before the dawn—
there is a peace which
surpasses all understanding.