Untitled – before Sunrise

Purple Light filtered
Through curtains drawn;
A lens to the world
Clouded 
Not yet focused;
Grey shadows 
Draw bold shapes-
A landscape devoid
Of detail;
There’s a stillness 
In the wind
Fingers of breath
Held
In readiness
But it is not yet time;
Sound -taciturn-
Noticeable through absence.
Waiting for the creases 
In the sky to widen 
And the world to wake anew.