The dews were still drizzling,
The birds in their nest whispering.
Whispering in rhythm to the heart.
It’s a song
A song spun from the fabric of the soul
At 5am.
Did you listen to the song.
It’s a song of loyalty
Not just solidarity
But friendship like a strong city
I want you to sing it to the world.
Tell them about the song.
Tell them of the morning,
When the birds were still in their nest.
Tell them the story in the song
The song you wrote
At 5am.
Did you play the song?
Did you decrypt the lyrics?
They’re not just words
They’re letters from soul to soul.
Did you ask your heart if it was true?
Or was it just a wave floating through?
Did you turn the music on?
Did you wear true friendship like a cloak?
Was it the song that turned you on
Or the sip
At 5am.
For every string that played
Was it for fun?
Or of trust?
Tell me,
Can I play them again
At 5am.
Copyright reserved MICHAEL EDISON 0606025
ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem at At 5am., a quiet moment when the world was still asleep, it’s a letter in the form of poetry, written to capture a friendship. Each line reflects on loyalty, trust, and that gentle music that true friendship sings in silence.
This is how it is, waking up early to feel a wave of emotion, a pull to connect with imaginary thoughts in an empty space. You can call it a soulful morning poem about friendship, memory, and music. This poem asks: Did you feel it too? Was it just a moment, or something more enduring?
