What time is that exactly?
Dawn. Morning. Really early.
Your eyes deceive your mind,
Excite your imagination, awake your fears.
Stars twinkle in the western sky
Unaware of the oncoming wave.
Night will soon be a distant memory
Revealing the scenery, painting a new canvas,
Irradiating the landscape, warming the air.
Sun and shadows, collaborating artists
Exposing nature (life) once again.
I slept peacefully when
The rhythmic sound of the waves
Drew me to the shore, barely awake
To spy on the lake and the sky.
Why not call it “Nightbreak?”