The breath of the morning
Slow rise of illumination from the field
You brush the cold away from your consciousness
Breeze through breeze through breeze
Through wood and rock
I could draw the universe on your back
Between two trees at dawn
My old soul knows
The damage you’ve done in past lives with your horns
God bones within you

You seem so gentle leaning back against
The green hill of extinction   A beast learning how to be
Under me while birds get away with being wild
Right there in the middle of every city