moving towards the light
I am a woman who gets up early
I am a woman who gets up early
In the sweet hours of silence
I meet the day before dawn
Waking to the freshness of my rested mind.
In the sweet hours of silence
I find a blessed space to call my own.
Waking to a world reborn in beauty
I find my soul awake and ready.
I find a blessed space to call my own.
Waking to a world reborn in beauty
I find my soul awake and ready.
This is the time when writing flows
I meet my creative muse at the table
Waiting with scissors and glue, pen in hand.
I am she who gets up early to play.
I meet my creative muse at the table
Waiting with scissors and glue, pen in hand.
I am she who gets up early to play.