Not Yet

In the quiet hush of dawn's first light,

Where shadows linger, out of sight,

A promise whispers on the breeze,

Of futures bright, yet to unfreeze.

Not yet the daybreak's golden hue,

Nor the moonlight's tender blue.

In the pause between the breaths we take,

A world in flux, yet to awake.

Not yet the laughter in the air,

Or the burdens that we bear.

In the silence of the not yet known,

A seed of hope, though not yet grown.

Not yet the answers to our pleas,

Or the waves upon the seas.

Not yet, but soon, we shall be met.