For the Beauty Yet to Come

Before the sun ascends

Through dawn's first clouds.

Hold on to the now pastel sky-

Of a late November morning.

Let the waking world below

slowly warm your spirit,

Play a song to soothe the pain / remember, but don't fear it-

All this beauty of what is to come

can only ever be made real

When shared with those who understand

Intrinsic- all you feel.