In yon still moment, shadows kiss the dawn,
Where heaven's breath doth whisper to the land.
A figure bends, as if in love’s command,
Capturing dreams ere they fade, or be gone.
Each beam of light, a lover’s soft caress,
Doth trace his form with gentle, tender grace.
The distant hills in hazy, fond embrace,
Hold secrets shared in silent quietness.
O, fleeting hour, with thee the heart doth yearn,
To etch upon the soul this scene so rare.
The world doth spin, yet here, we shall discern
The timeless waltz of earth...