Dawn is Coming

twirling down
and settling below the crown and face
i stayed thinking only of what had been
and how i could keep it.

yet, one word,
one little word from you 
and the trees fell
the oaks bent
the world ceases in motion
(a momentous clearing
rough as dust settles
it was as if the forest ripped open into blue).

And i was so aware. ofeverythingalltogether
and bowed low by a (whisper) spoken through them.

and i too felt naked hiding behind anything i could find,
scurrying from log to limb to rock and bushes,
from the voice that already came
and beckoned me with uprooting questions:

(the kind of which both parties already know the answer). 
and i laugh now that it's all over
but then and still the answer shakes me,
and i am seen though the darkness overtakes me,
and haven't found myself in the messesmaking,
but the dontleavemehere and the imalreadytaken compoundedtogether
bridging
the words of forever to now over the bend to then and still;
yet dabbling in the maybe, who knows, and certain-ly
these things will come to be...

caught here in the forest laid low
where the sky is bearing down
and the dust and the glow up-rises in me, 
springing not in force
blooming like a flower at the proper hour bears its rose

and all is lifted from the hiding places
and all our faces break into tears and smiles and embraces:
to those hiding with me welcomed in the morning, 
see that you've been seen,
and rest easy, dawn is coming.