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.
nilichoandika 