Quietly sat, in the moments of time
Silent-still, do we search for a sign
Passing quickly, minutes of a day
Waking our senses, stirring a way

To recall time and place, to memory
So revisiting, as on a special journey
Allowing one to enjoy again, emotions
Felt that morning without commotion

Almost surreal, when peace surrounds
The warming sun, heating the ground
Yet eerie the stillness, the day begins
Fresh- crisp, what will new day bring

Anticipation, dreams- hopes expand
Thoughts progress, as rock or sand
Or is it our choice, to guide special days
Blessed by dreams, from dawns first rays