Before Dawn

Before Dawn

The moon hung mysteriously Behind the mists before dawn Drawing to its silent majesty My loyal gaze.

Before Dawn

The moon hung mysteriously
Behind the mists
before dawn
Drawing to its silent majesty
My loyal gaze.

As dawn approaches
The foggy winter morn
Unveils
From the night before

The secrets it guarded
So wisely.
I lock my reverent gaze
And hear it speak to me
And me alone.

I know not what it spoke
But I felt
It was a secret
Of my own.

Before dawn.

 

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems:

call me home  man who can't be named  

And catch her on Instagram at Myrapoems

Maryam H. Viqar
A seeker, dreamer, scribbler, reader, writing poetry about grief, loss, rain, autumn, nocturnal silence, hope and sometimes love...and yes 'the sight of the stars makes me dream' too....

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