Predawn and the Artist It's in the predawn that I see you Black ink sky dotted by crescent moon Slowly gives way to light Sunrise stretching over the expanse of the city In this space I can see You are Artist and this world is your canvas Musings, PoetryOctober 30, 2013Gaining Perspective, Journey, Religion & Spirituality Facebook0 Twitter LinkedIn0 Tumblr 0 Likes