Perfection of Sunrise
Did I ever mention
the time I saw sunrise
down on the beach.
We had not gone home
after our first date:
Instead, holding hands wandering
we walked nearby cliffs.
Silence was profound,
all was peaceful, and
midnight was beyond perfection.
Small pinpoints of light,
from a swathe of stars
created a magical moment.
For hours conversation
ranged back and forth,
all secrets revealed.
Dawn approached, we grew restless
walking slowly down to the beach.
Again I remember silence,
enhanced by rippling waves.
Also, a strange luminescence
bathed the ocean, reflection
of receding starlight.
Together we became aware of the
momentous miracle of sunrise.
The horizon slowly revealed itself
displaying extraordinary pallet of colour.
We witnessed a glorious light show,
golden fire streaking across vision.
This moment is a precious memory.
The miracle of sunrise continues,
perhaps unseen, but ever beautiful.
That special dawn rising,
to my way of thinking, so many years ago
had a magic that was singular.
Pixabay image: Pixel2013
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