Soft Arising

Have no words to capture
This gift of moments time
Soul knows of its treasure
One of the sublime

Colors soft arising
Whispering through the trees
Mist of vision forming
A gift of soul at ease

Peace is the word spoken
Wrapped in silent hymn
Symphony of silence
Soaks the word within

Beauty of unspoken
Unveiling of the true
Time before the dawn
A vision into you