I stand in a white dawn,
Naïve of the foreshadowed genesis
of an unwritten chapter.
The color of vintage falls from the sky
Where once the stars
of infinite reign shined.
Do we ever think of dawn as the end?
Only in words do we describe dawn with sunrise
But now all I see is the stars as they set.
As I close my eyes to transcend,
I’ll find my way to the beginning again.