dawn

--let it be: this way

that this morning was familiar

and the bite in the air

familiar

and my lungs full

of the ache, of the deep wound

from when my ribs opened

like a hand, reaching

the sweet bite

the shadows cast

by the ruins within you

now, stretching long

to your nails

if the shade is the only thing

growing

soon--there will be dark enough

to lay in, the night's rest

and the bright morning moon

soon to be ever-awakening

and the trees on fire

with the sunrise

and the first glow

of daylight on the feathers

soon--you will be ever-rising

and the day

will course past

unacknowledged

and you will sunder yourself

from the sun