A silent dawn.

 Without further ado, dawn breaks

with gloomy light from vines.

A silent dawn

like my perishable hands.

I dream animal dreams

who dream of beautiful things,

under a dome of crystals

nestling in my head.

Now that everything is done

and there's nothing left but to wait,

I spend my time neatly

than if I lived a whole life.

I long for the sun and the moon, your voice, the wind and the tide, and I remember that one day I was alive,

that I walked to

Earth.