A night, spent in the agony of being. <br />The first to wake, <br />first to walk: cocked eyed and fractured soul- <br />Morning comes before sunrise can wake the world. <br /> <br />Faceless sky open wide. <br /> <br />tic toc, tic toc- <br />The nervous voice <br />echoes in the hollow of my chest, <br />against the cobble stone upon which my mind never rests- <br /> <br />I've been thinking, playing god- <br />fantasizing a world where death and life (and the other death) <br />co-exist in harmony. <br /> <br />Drink coffee to awaken the senses, <br />Drain the sun of it's shine- <br />Place flowered memories of youth in my hair, for beauty. <br /> <br /> <br />When one has time, one is never alone. <br /> <br />I speak to the reaper, the memoir of one <br />winged seed, <br />who's sewn this row before- <br />His final wish: <br />one honest kiss. <br /> <br />Then I await the night to arrest, eternal still- <br />writing poetry of a faceless sky and thinking of the trees, <br />how they love the spring. <br />Mind pauses, a solitary thought: <br />our season in this walk is not unlike theirs, <br />we spend so much time in a twilight daze, <br />praying for a warmth we can grow towards.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-battle-of-trees/
