Galena Sunrise

A poem I thought of, based on a real Galena sunrise.

I wake up, the clocks says it's three past four
But I don't care how early I wake,
I'm up for one thing,
And that thing is soon.

It's dark as I slip down the stairs,
Thump, thump, thump, thump....
I softly step from step...to step
And keep my voice just as silent.

The darkness outside looks like pitch to others
But to me, I see something else
In just a few minutes, it will rise
And beauty itself will show again.

I walk to the grass and pull up my knees
And try to ignore the bone-chilling dew
It might take hours, but I have no care
Because I have waited, and I will again.

I see the sun creep slowly up
And I hold my breath, waiting
A minute later, it pulls up higher
Like a glittering gem, slowly climbing

I close my eyes, and they open again
To the brilliant sunrise, just starting
With oranges, yellows, purples and reds
Shaded so balanced, so beautiful, so tranquil

I think for a moment about a sunrise like this
And what I did to see it again
I realize, that moment, what it might mean
So I go inside, and start to write.