Its so still,
the night slowly fading away.
Morning light,
falling like early snow,
in bits and pieces of ecstatic tomorrow.
Breathless, I stare at the coming light,
twisting its way around fading stars.
Sunshine, on its way,
like a stranger on a path walked a million times before.
I could possibly be dreaming,
sleeping with my arms around fading starlight,
holding on the strands of the growing day,
I could feel myself growing a day older,
I stand frozen like stone,
in the breathless song of the coming dawn.