Before the dawn

There’s a beauty in the pale, transcendent moon,
That science on its own cannot explain,
And as the eye perceives the wondrous light,
And then informs the weary, working brain,

Somewhere within a sense of awe and joy
Bursts forth, defying reason’s icy cold
Appraisal, so as the city starts to wake
A lingering sense of hope the soul enfolds.

18 Oct 24