Outside

And I would sleep again outdoors

When night is shot into the day
The loosed arrow from sunsets bow
But where may I sleep now?
Except under a forest of bones
Sylvan bodies flayed by the wind
Stripped clean in these fading days
I would lie upon the sloughed skin
While the winter moon hides
And only the owl watches and asks
"Prince where doth thy go?"
To reply, "I go to remember summer"
Though it be halfway across the world
And under bony canopy wait its return
And thus I will dream evermore
In earnest of all the promises
A world makes to us at this eternal sleep
Even though I should not wake again