The world is still and quiet, a canvas waiting for the strokes of inspiration. Two hours before dawn, two hours to craft a poem that defies the ordinary. I’ve penned countless verses before, only to discard them in pursuit of a new beginning, unburdened by the weight of expectations.

This time, I seek to transcend clichés and break free from the chains of repetitive patterns. I yearn to unravel life’s mysteries, to astonish myself with the beauty of uncharted words. Is it futile to weave yet another poem about love? The first rays of the sun emerge, offering a mere 20 minutes for an inspired crescendo. Perhaps it’s time to relinquish rationality, for poetry knows no bounds. Every thought dissolves into the vast expanse of eternity.

And then, it happens! I surrender the battle against sleep, allowing myself to drift into the realm of dreams. I yearn for new eyes, ones that can behold unexplored colors, inhale unfamiliar aromas, and resonate with novel voices. I crave the discovery of new joys, untethered from the constraints of familiarity. In this fleeting moment, I seek a transformation—a rebirth of perception, a renaissance of the senses.

© Beatriz Esmer