Three AM and sleep hasn't found me
past the paned-glass barrier
the world grows gray, rippling
with precursing light, the sun has yet to show
silence reigns as the birds, trees, animals
all hold their breaths, anticipation
not quite night any longer
Four in the morning and I am still
waiting with the world outside
even the breeze stops to watch
the men who wrote of the calm before the storm
never sat in waiting for dawn
Finally, the sun breaks free
the gray ties of predawn light
shatter, throwing orange streaks
piercing the silence with neon clouds
morning it is and sleep never found me
enjoying my coffee and listening past
the paned-glass portal in my kitchen
dawn has broken my midnight thoughts
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