If the Dawn Stirs Below the Ground

If the dawn stirs below the ground—
Say its birthed from doves in the eve.
I saw their wings set against the stars—
The first lights in a Heaven obscured.

If my tears can be souls
In nursery rhymes 'neath aurora flames,
Tell the fringed lid of my easement,
It is true...I never knew flowers,
Save what rose from the bones;
Tell me the sky they kiss is pure...
And my melody is you...

© 2018 Marten Hoyle