Mine is the quiet that deafens the dawn
in a silence most notably heard;
in its stillness, my breath becomes somewhat withdrawn,
as my senses awaken quite stirred.
Mine is the sight of the vanishing night
as the darkness concedes to its fade;
and just as the stars give me less of their light,
I am left, for a moment, dismayed.
......
Mine is the quiet that deafens the dawn
in a silence most notably heard;
in its stillness, my breath becomes somewhat withdrawn,
as my senses awaken quite stirred.
Mine is the sight of the vanishing night
as the darkness concedes to its fade;
and just as the stars give me less of their light,
I am left, for a moment, dismayed.
......