Stillness Of Dawn

Stilness Of Dawn

In the stillness of dawn,
As one's stands and stares,
At the mirrored image reflecting 
Right there before our eyes little scintillating stars
Surmise I can not the enchanting reflection that I see...
As I point my camera lens far into the distance
The horizon far, imaginings in the forefront of my mind
Whilst the white mist swaying whispering sweet nothings,
Whispering whispers away...
My hearing so attuned to the silence of the morn...
There's a symphony a chorus on this summers, crisp morn
Melodiously, chirping away having their say
The little birds, the little creatures of our world
The early morn soundings 
Before the sun came rising in,
As it lifts its eyes up to the skies reaching high...
Where every little creature stretches and yawns
Silence descending upon their world
The magic of an early morn, before the world rushes in
Unraveling arms stretching out opening their eyes,
Casting its mesmerizing light,
Upon their world.
Rising mists unfolding gossamer-like a cloud
Dispersing from our eyes that otherwise,
Mesmerising, 
Lifting before our very eyes...
That otherwise in darkness...
Before the light shone in...

By Connie James...