The curtains came back up,
Letting the sunlight invade our universe,
Our bubble beneath the world,
Fresh dew collected around my four corners,
From one side I could see a coat of arms,
Sitting pleasantly upon a clear white blanket,
Sprinkled with rainwater.
Returning to feet was too early a task,
To spend rare morning seconds,
On this back I'd stay,
As my cloak gathered as much color,
As hue could hold.