Before Sunrise

“Maybe,” I thought, “The most important things in the world are quiet things that speak twice as much to us as words.”

Before Sunrise

in the still

and quiet

time

before dawn

he rose 

from the bed,

knelt down 

beside her,

kissed 

her brown eyes

as a blessing 

for seeing;

kissed 

her weathered hands

as a blessing

for touching;

kissed 

her calloused feet

as a blessing

for walking;

kissed 

her soft cheeks 

as a blessing 

for loving;

one thousand 

silent

words

- Trevor Scott Barton, poems for a brown eyed girl, 2020