Being invisible does not silence — Quiet dawn slipped suggestion of change
Into night’s unfeeling, breath-stealing mysterious,
Merest sliver of ethereal rose shattered dome
Of indifferent pine needle stabs, piercing cries,
Magical, terrible things that go bump in the night. Dream drenched traveler wakes to yellow sheets
Layered on coral, peach, and strands
Streaking horizon’s rim, places unseen…