in thee early hours~

early are thee hours

for the one who anticipates

wonder lies within thee eyes

 of the one who pauses

savoring whats shown only in a moments time

there are those few

 who dare

to look beyond the haziness of dawn

breathing in the shades of pink

exhaling the hope

that remains

 lingers within them

embracing a chance to start anew

fascinated as the clouds glide by

obsorbing all

that so many will miss

sun is rising

glowing 

iridescent rays

leaving faint traces

on the grounds below 

in his beauty
silence reigns
all is magnified by his glory

slowly will be others
as all eventually rise...
but what they have missed
is left only to be described