Often I get up before dawn
Silently creeping from the warm bed
Where my beloved lays sleeping
I wander the emptiness for a while
Without any focus, nothing in particular
And then I make coffee
And sit
There is such sweet delight to sit
Before the world starts
And allow whatever words to fall out
And if nothing should happen
Well that’s ok as well

This pre dawn
This time before the world
Is the existentialists time
Alone and silent, before birth
Just this pure emptiness
Filled with creativity
Knowing the inevitable, unstoppable
Rising of the day
Powerless in the face of time

And thus, in no time at all,
Did 6am roll around
And pretty soon his beloved emerged
Yawning and smiling her delight
As the sun peeked over the horizon
And the wave rolled on

Ah! time is such a blessing
And a curse.