In the Quiet

In those mornings before light, its peace.
One person and a whole choice of seats,
One person and its the before,
The storm, the bustle, that much more.

Its those times you arrive too soon,
Follow the coffee, it'll take you to noon,
You rest and observe the view,
Its like time stops, as have you.

In those mornings when its just hit dawn,
The moon and sun are torn,
Those moments when life is still
You're in the quiet until....