In the very late night
Early morning
The world seems to slow
Gracing us with feeble rays
Of light in a new perspective

Pink and orange paint
The pale sky
Sun peaks through the blinds
Dancing on the polaroids and
Food stains on
plain white bedsheets

A feeling of hope and sensibility
Makes you ponder
Makes you feel small and cozy
Yet big in the world

A soft gentle whisper
From the heavens
In the early light
And in the delicate times

Desire and placid smiles
Of clouds
Passing by

Between the times of
Night and morning
In the gossamer wings
Of time