Dawn

I remember this place in autumn as the world folded in on the moments before dawn a weight was laid to rest you thought we'd freeze there together standing in awe of the roots that formed themselves into the shape of a cradle a naive promise whispered out to the forest: "I'll trade my life for Yours" and the word was swallowed by freezing mist that wrapped us like a blanket in a dream: the towers crumbled every light blinks out one by one broken doesn't mean barren, as the ghost of a pattern chills your spine the semiotics of the natural world: a dying state spells a reborn life and you could feel more than see a dash of pale orange somewhere in the eastern sky and your heart shudders to life at the thought of sunlight touching skin