Writing on the Edge of Dawn

I write
on the edge of dawn
waiting for the light of day.

I write
on the edge of silence
listening to the nightingales song.

I write
on the edge of mourning
waiting for tears to fall.

I write
on the edge of dawn
as the light of a new day
reveals the beauty of love.

Another day, another poem, or the beginning of another poem. Sometimes the words just pop into my head and I have to write them down. Sometimes I spend several minutes or hours just staring at the screen or a dishpan full of water waiting for the lightning of inspiration. Sometimes I begin a poem one way and it ends in another. Sometimes I change themes or subjects in the middle of the poem.