Poetry

Jeg er Formiddagen (Amerikan)

I am the morning-

-Red Sun rays forever in my strands

-The sky in one eye and the tree's leaves in the other

-Aroma of fresh wind on every breath.

I reflect the noon-

-Smiles as bright as the 12' orb of Light

-Lillis and lilacs linger on every patch of skin

-Elder bloomed rose for flesh of lips.

I represent the night-

-Oblivion made fabric clusters onto

--Skin so illuminancent and chaste against the blackness

-Feline in stance and perpetual in obscurity

I am the dark, but all you perceive is the light

Act like I'm blind and you have the sight

Don't fucking get that I am the night

So save me from this tumbling height

You see the god, but I'm just the man

*You See The world, but I am the curse

You see the birth, but I am the herse