Morning

Morning has come on top of everything

And lovely has fashioned the sun to its own use

I have been replaced by light

The dark dream I had

Brought me to myself again

I blow breaths on a hand mirror

I touch my hands

I am uncovered in the light time

The question spread out before

The green life seemed to come dead ended

The question was unimportant

From a dark source into the mouth of the river

The light from the moon shone and the owl

Cried before flight

In my own making close to the shore my voice is carried down

Stream into the night