Following the poem Beneath the Stars, here is one written at dawn!
Dawn…
In the early morning hours
While the spider spins her web
As the shadows blur and fade
And the owl flits through the gloom
When the light has yet to come
And the moon has yet to pale,
Is this the time to die, to love, or pray?
Meanwhile what better time to cherish thee.
In this quiet hour come burning dreams.
Love’s precious thoughts are born at dawn!
Written up in the hills of Catalunya.
Michael in Barcelona
