Anonymous hour of unspeakable tenderness

The most forgiving,
Most anonymous,
Tranquil hour,
When almost the whole world sleeps,
Just taxi lights flash in the window beyond bare tree branches,
And street sweepers are fast asleep.
Bars are closing, sunrise is still at safe distance, and there is no reason to go home yet.
Tender is the morning blue,
kiss on the eyelids
of the insomniacs.