Edge Of Day

Sitting near the edge of day when the night creatures go to sleep and just before the day creatures awake. When the clouds of darkness dissipate leaving the sky a pale blue, so the sun can peer through. That edge of silence when no sound stirs. That few minutes when the world is at peace with itself. I sit there and ponder all the wonders of the world, the beauty that catches you by surprise when you first see it with wide-open eyes. The strugglers in foreign parts to see each new day through. The deserts and the mountains that stretch out across so many lands. The delicate landscapes that all of us can see. Those precious dreams that dwell deep inside you and me. All this and more I see as I sit near the edge of day as the night silently fades away. 25 July 2001