All the loose leaves spread their roots <br />into the same vein of hope <br />mirroring the freckles of your skin <br />Crumbs of what was left for now <br />Just sit <br />and sit <br />and sit <br /> <br />Well these eyes will have to drown for their own good <br />Embalming weakness until it's name is called <br />Saturating in the corners of a prickly shame <br />Faces burrowed in chlorine arms <br />Waiting for its turn to come <br /> <br />Burried above a sleepy chaos <br />You will upturn my lips with a step and a click <br />Who could have thought there was joy in death? <br />Matches breathe life into your death <br />And we'll smash an alarm clock in a parking lot <br /> <br />So become an oak and liberate your children <br />Swimming through the breeze <br />I will breathe into you and you will breathe into me <br />And know one day we will be cut down <br />But that will just have to be ok<br /><br />Audrey Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smashing-an-alarm-clock-in-a-parking-lot/
