We would be human, not anymore

We would be animals,
Wild -
Howling at the wide bright,
Sailing on a sea, uncomprehending
Of mere expanse.
Nymphs - we would be,
Fairies and fireflies -
Children of the dying day.
We are the moonlit veil
Containing what will fall, but not tonight -
Tonight - painted and cast by the midnight sun,
Golden, green, old.
Red wrinkled leaves our home
Stolen, and the boy with dew drop wings,
Who wears a tree for a crown.
We would be stars,
The dust that falls to Earth.
And we would watch it burn - but the immense blue.
Flames licking - our storm, and soil quivering
Underneath; the intense wilderness.