Quiet Moments Before Dawn

A silent thought, a silent world
A stillness in my mind
The slow tick tock of a distant clock
The only sound I find.

No whisper of the day to come
Has formed yet in my head
On tip toe, through the silent world,
I slip away from bed.

I settle in a favorite spot,
cradle a cup of tea
And treasure the brief solitude
This morning gives to me.

The day will not long stay at bay
The rush will soon return
But here, for just this precious now,
That is of no concern.