I fell, tired, on the ground,
Watching the sky,
Watching the birds,
envying their gift of flight.
The posies rounded out my face,
Dewy grass lined my back,
Silhouettes of dreams danced under each lid,
I dreamt of summer sunlight swallowing the black.
Dreams of things I couldn't fathom in the wakening world,
The words and phrases we once left unfinished,
Tarnished hearts we wore become polished,
And our anger and sorrow, diminished.
Worn out soles barely masking the holed out socks,
The tragic mess was wiped clean from muscle memory,
and has turned running into a slow walk.
Pure serenity at it's finest,
Inhale -- exhale, according to beat.
My sleepy eyes lost those stories
that led to our defeat.
Night fell quick,
But the demons stayed at bay.
I have finally found a place to rest my weary head,
I have finally found my stay.