Early Morningawake Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Early morning awake
before the new day,
so much beauty at stake
in every its timeless play.

Dreams that are glowing
full of its coming hope,
and not at all are going
in their customs and cope.

Dreams from fresh time
early morning beauty,
before day is in its prime
and thoughts are still free.

From times that are coming
in all that awakes again,
when certainty is summing
from dreams gone in vain.

Early morning dreaming
from hours of night before,
when stars are beaming
their glow to hills and shore.

When nothing is worrying
our thoughts in game's play,
and hours aren't hurrying
to meet new coming day.