It was 5 o`clock in a foggy dawn

The chilliness woke me up,
while the salty water washed off the remain of faded dreams,
beads of dew were still occupying my soul screen.

The air, the waves, and the windy cold,
sweeping away those vague scenes and the old,
tried to see through the surface of those..

I breathed, and I breathed,
but just drifting off...
pulling me back from those turbulent thoughts.

I lay, when time went still.

Now or never,
mesmerised by that pure beauty of the dawn.

By CECI