Light glints off a sheen of dew
Born anew
Each day,
They'll melt away
Into the sweet spring air
And no one will care.
I take the leaves from the trees and wind from the breeze
And put them in little jars,
That's my job,
I preserve and deserve
To enjoy the morning.
As the sun rises high,
Away my freedom dies,
Wispy fog dissolves
Around which my world revolves
I cast a remorseful look once more
As the heat destroys my core.
I blink out of existence every day come noon,
But the wind and the waves and the moon
Can heal in nearly every way
And I'm back to organizing pebbles in a nice straight line.
Yes, I lay out the dawn,
So everything plays out perfectly,
I guide the sun on her way
I shoo all the stars out of the sea,
I scream and shout
Until all the animals wake up and run about,
I tried my best
But I will always be
Waiting for
The dew to drip through the tree branches and onto the earthy floor
So I can fall through a trapdoor
Into this fine morning.
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FACES: A Poetry Collection
PoetryExactly what it looks like, a book full of poems. (VERY SLOW UPDATES-I post most frequently on my art book, so I recommend checking that out if you want more content.) (Note: Most of these poems are pretty old and edgy,,, I highly recommend skippi...
