what a truly magickal time the space between night and sunrise is.
witnessing the awakening of birds,
the brightening of the endless blue of the heavens
and the stirring in the air
is like watching a world being recreated after its timely demise.
when everyone is fast asleep
but you are wide-awake,
either by headache or seemingly infinite energy and thirst for more time,
is one of the rare times when solitude equals only peace
and neither loss nor overthinking.
when the first beams pass through the light blue of dawn and you are awake and outside
to welcome the new beginning,
an energy warm, bright and whole like no other flows through your body,
like water down the throat of a man dying of thirst.
what a truly magickal time the space between night and sunrise is.
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Poetrypieces of creative writing or poetry inspired by situations or places
