I stood there within the mist
of yet another morning,
the dew on the grass
slowly invading my bare feet,
as the warmth of the sun
cloaked my cold body.
And there I stood,
falling swiftly into my dreams.

Falling and falling,
no longer within my beautiful world,
but dreaming the nightmares
that I became so curious of.

No longer was I warm,
cradled carefully in the awakening arms
nature continually offered.

Now I began to walk on the streets
of a human’s damp world,
seeing miseries of an everyday life.

I touched the pain,
letting the sensations ripple through,
seeing the dark was even as beautiful
as the sun I closed my eyes to.

I stood there within the mist
of yet another morning,
twirling within a splendor,
as I began to love the obscurity
that came from such a terrible world,
showing me to adore my own.
And I stood there,
falling swiftly into my dreams.