Predawn in a Jar

Oh, to catch the sound
Of the predawn of the morn'
When everything is soft,
And light is just being born

When tranquility twirls her gown
To the singing of the birds
And night begins to bow
As the sun’s trumpeting is heard

If I could…

I would bottle the predawn in a jar,
Set it out for all to see
That I had caught and trapped
What once was ever free

I would string it on a bracelet
So its warmth was ever felt
Write it in a book
Where its colors could be held

I’d cherish it always
This predawn in a jar,
Carry it with me everywhere
And share my captured star

But alas I can see
That the morning burns bright
And nothing human made
Could contain such a light

So I’ll stare out my window
And memorize the morn’
Write this simple poem
That does little justice to its form