I live for blue mornings,

For soft falling rain

The cool sympathy of a wold that cries with you

Right before dawn,

When the moon still casts its silvery shroud

Over the sillouettes of stark black branches

And the sky is stained with purple and grey

While the breezes twist your hair into knots.

The air hums and settles around you

And you wonder how life can be so still

When the grass is rippling and bowing before you

Like you’re the only person in the world.

Time is caught in this moment

In the movement of still life

In the curtains of quiet rain

And the untouched reality

Of a new-born, silent

Blue morning.