Before dawn, O silent breathing Friend.
My being stilled;
Adorned in spotless wool.

Within you alone we glisten,
As dew-stars on Petrine petals,
Pollinating poppies and snowdrops with eternal springs.
Proclaiming in the breaking of You.
Until the lightning flash and all is new.

You breathed - and simple me!
A little tilling dust-sun,
Weaned in absence of sense and imageless eternity.

Opened in thankfulness -
To purely behold the features of your ever-present abyss.

And sing with angels,
A graceful posthumous foresight.
Known in sweetest grief;
All my life, only one thing happened.
You loving me now.