Burnaby, BC, 10 February 2025 – (I believe souls are in their best spirits while having coffee at 4:00 AM, especially during the winter.)
My Soul at Dawn By Bella Balisi-Bevilacqua At dawn, I wake with thoughts unspun, The stillness calls with gentle grace, The day yet new, its journey began, A shadow stretches from night’s embrace. The air is crisp, a fleeting kiss, Upon my brow, so soft, so cold, I search for meanings in the mist, In moments that cannot be told. Light creeps with tender hands, And stirs the earth from quiet sleep, I stand upon the shifting sands, Where thousand-morning secrets seep. A breath of earth, a breath of sky, The world awaits with open arms, Yet, in my soul, I question why, The dawn distills its ancient charms. I walk through fields where thoughts are sown, In the fertile ground, emotions sprout, But still, I wonder, all alone, Chasing pearls of wisdom and what they’re about. The birds sing songs of day’s first light, But in my heart, the questions swell, What is this soul that takes its flight? And what the truth it yearns to tell? The trees stand tall, with roots so deep, Their branches reach as if to plead, While I, in silence, ponder sleep, And wonder what the soul might need. The sun ascends with steady grace, Its warmth does not erase the chill, Yet, in its glow, I find a place, A quiet peace, a distant thrill. With each new day, my soul will climb, To grasp the truths I cannot see, Yet, in this dawn, I lose all time, And find, at last, the soul in me. So here I stand, at dawn’s first light, My soul alight, yet still unknown, Embracing all that’s wrong and right, And finding strength when I am grown.
(MBB)
