the time
just before dawn
when the world
is still slumbering
the moon hangs
in pale white
dominion
the stars shine
like gems
long carved
from the ebon sky

this is the time
to reminisce
to fall back
into the fleeting
wakeful dream
of memory
where the walls
of the veil
are thinnest
between what was
and what could be

in this silent hour
the corridors
of the mind
are thrown open
to insightful
wandering
where the blockage
of the busy day
crumble
before
probing need