Nimetön

The world was a dying place,
as i dreamed of you last night
the glittering stream of shadows
rolled across earth's sighing skin

i was afraid of dying
as the noise broke out
from the warm womb circled time
like a once shackled animal
into divine silence
to fall into a quiet still, quiet tomb

and the senses no longer knew
realms and realms yet untouched
a death, breaking matter
so naked am i, as i awaken

to stand where one stopped