What is it about 4am in the morning that makes everything pause?

It’s the point I’ve given up sleeping the night

A brave bird starting to chirp

Melody in solo

Light enough to see tinges of color in the sky

Dark enough to see the moon and stars above

A 4am no longer tainted with fear

So lucid, clear

I’d keep tinges of color, moon and stars

I’d keep everything

I’ll even keep the hour