I stare unto the line between
The earth and sun’s effulgent gleam
light teeters through the curve of space
cascading to the floor with grace
vibrant tails and tongues of breath
lap up the stains of ancient death
whose darkness in the woods recede
as dawn begins to slowly bleed
O God, the chime of aubades cry
and sear the clouds and burnished skies
their luster thrown upon the ground
in waves congruous with morning’s sound
And thus a day is born anew
but still I am in love with you
O pity angel from above
whose wings beat softly, like a dove’s
O make birds […]