Before Dawn

In the dark of the night, its easier for the tears to fall. The pain seem so much more real, almost tangible. But I know to see the morning dawn with its new promises, the night must be completed. The masks fall off in the dark, the echoes ring clear, the heart beats louder, aching, tugging. At dawn, I will bath in the balm of true peace and let its fragrance carry me on for each moment thereon. Now, my infallible self will grasp the night and all it has.