By Dawn's Light

I have such dreams
when I lay down at night,
staring out at the stars
with their pale white light,

such dreams I can't breathe
since they're so far away
in this thought-locked world--
and I wish I could stay.

There I walk through the woods,
sweet pine brushing by,
singing whispers in my ears
as I drift toward the sky

where a cloudy man waits
with an age-stained hand,
holding his heart
like it's contraband.

He smiles as he fades
into the smoking embrace
of a star whirling by
while its lover gives chase.

And I'm left there, falling
back down to a sea
made of willow and rye
and a birch, where I'll be

when the sun comes calling
through my sweet white night,
bringing the end of the world
with another dawn's light.