I Breathe Silence

I breathe silence in the hush of a lavender sky morning and in a sweet symphony I hear as dark becomes day. There’s a melody that delights me as the world grows light, where once shadows embraced the murk of night. In these moments of sapid solitude, I find an inner calm soothing my spirit as the world around me slumbers. It's as near to any meditative mood that I ever tread when waking from bed to herald aurora before sunrise. In the realm of 'just before dawn,' songbirds join in an avian chorus that I think is meant only for me. Their trills are like placid waves floating in my mind that guide my thoughts across eternal ripples of a sea. You see, I feel as if no one else exists in my castle tower at the hour I live in these moments of tranquility. I find silence holds sway to keep woeful worries at bay. At the window, I notice mundane things here and there... how the slight breeze makes moss flutter through trees as if it's weaving its fingers through someone's gray hair. Often, I try to remember what I should surely write about, but being afraid I'll miss one minute of nature's dance, I remain at the window breathing in all the quiet I can hold with the promise of dawn as the sky is brushed amber gold. Softly now, light glows in the East in pale shades of blue. I sigh, knowing the transience of this hushed time will not last and inhale every bit of stillness I can before it slips away. In the midst of each early morning hue, I savor every sight. Each breath I take in that sweet silent hour brings me peace in the taciturn time when appears in my vision, morn's first light.