Sitting on the edge of the bed
waiting for night to recede
and dawn to break through
to start a brand new day.
It is that quiet time
on the edge of night and day
before the world wakes up
for work and play.
A time of quiet contemplation
before the abuse of the day begins
and the conflicts in our lives unfold
on the edge of night and day.
A time to reflect
on what could and couldn’t be.
A peaceful time of quiet
on the edge of night and day.
13 September 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem