before the sun rises

just before the light of morning...
in that quiet place where angels tread,
there is a peace you can almost touch,
where forgiveness seems possible
and love isn't at all scary or clouded
by the games people play...
there is this surreal connection between
what is known and what is unknown,
as our dreams dance along the edges of our mind
and our hopes spread their wings to fly...
in this place, the child inside us walks freely,
without the constraints our self doubts place upon us
during our days and nights of struggle in what we call 'reality'...
ideas are limitless and there is no fear of failure...
there is no fear at all...
as i sit and gaze up at a midnight blue sky,
watching the colors change as the sun rises,
i feel a joy borne from anticipation and a knowing
that this peaceful place is a place i carry inside of me...
and it is here that i am most welcome...
it is here that i must chance to dwell from time to time,
if only to rest my weary soul and gather the strength
i am going to need if i am to take hold this precious life
and sculpt it into the masterpiece i have been given the sacred privilege to create...