Private Sunrise

Early morning birds
Singing morning music
Different from the evening larks
We open our eyes in darkness
Fighting natures secrets
Maybe violating her rhythms
So we can witness
Her hidden treasures
Even the temperature drops to protect
Her from unwanted visitors
But my soul is hungry
For this intimacy
Shooting stars over morning fog
The private colors of hidden sunrises
The quiet listening trees
Measuring the heat of my breath
As I occupy this delicate space
Foreign, but not




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