The sea, the dawn.

The sea, the dawn. You are a tone, a glimpse. Before the return of the light, there is only a sense of what you are. This is not day, this not night. This is a dawn and the sea is still but a tone. 

There is the wave, the cloud. You grow out of the tone. We feel you before we see you, we sense you. You return with the sun to reclaim the day from the tone. 

There are the gulls, who awake to that tone. The glimpse of a day to come. The yet to return as the night drifts with the tone.