Sacred Moments

 

Early morning silence,
beholding the fading stars,
faint stroke of the Milky Way
painted across the dark of the sky,

constellations shifted,
sparkling their goodbyes,
end of one night,
beginning of one day.

Gold-streaked heavens, hints of blue,
walking through sunlight-dappled forest,
sweet sound of birds, flow of a stream,
breath of the wind through my hair.

Late afternoon sun,
glowing through trees to the west,
reflecting off hills in the east,
hue of the Golden Hour inviting me to breathe.

Cool crisp of the evening air,
moon peaking over hills,
fading from soft yellow to ivory white,
radiant glow holding my gaze, captivating.