At Sunrise

I am drawn by the new light,

Flickering with hope,

Absorbed in the first rays.

The horizon streaked with possibility

And the night soon forgotten.

There is silence between

Each unfolding wave

And cry of the first gulls,

Patiently anticipating the sun.

Reverent, unhurried.

Peace settles while the

Waves break in crimson and gold

And the gulls wait out the sunrise.

A moment more they whisper.

A moment more.

I turn my back,

Feeling the new warmth.

Now my thoughts return,

As the waves build to a crescendo

And the gulls signal an end to the quiet.

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