I look forward to the hour before dawn,

When dusk, dawn and hopes align…when silence is deafening,

And the world is about to arise from slumber, yearning.

I look forward to the hour before dawn,

When I finally set the voice in my head free and she shouts into the void of my fears.

Then the world, from rays of red, orange finally bloom into yellow.

I may be here or there,

You may be but stardust,

But you and I know the look and we honor our fears as we do our dreams.

Here and there.