hour before dawn

Who has cast this sensual spell on me?
I feel drawn to the hour before sunrise, really just those fleeting moments when the horizon is starting to light up in dim rosy glow. I fancy my visual enchantment served up through the ghostly silhouette of trees reaching for grace. The light may be dim and hard to capture through the lens of my camera, but in my heart it is exploding in a chorus of emerging energy and excitement. The fiery colors find me falling in love and having my heart broken all at once.
With each new dawn, there is the promise of beauty.
Bathed in this light, I am ready to embrace the day.