Moments Before the Dawn

This is not a poem. Moments Before the Dawn i love the stillness of dawn of that time those moments before dawn where the world is paused, holding its collective breath wondering what the reasons are waiting for truth for the purity of it all the hope of fulfillment, the promise of what is possible with the new day even hidden by rain its reassurance is there transforming in its beauty enhanced with (perhaps?) the clarity of rain washing away all that we don't need that we hold onto that is unfulfilled or hurt or hidden it somehow finds a way to creep out between the cracks in those moments before the dawn Date unknown (approximately November 8th-ish, 2009) This is not a poem. Not really. It was more of journal entry that seemed to have an interesting timing to it and when written out all pretty and funky.. kind of looks like a poem. That is all.