As the sun rises, my mind races in panic to remember its youth,
as it slowly reveals the moisture parading atop the grass.
The memories of fate and long-forgotten dreams
rest deep beneath the lawn of bright green,
Battles have been won, others just fought
I know not what this day or the next will bring.
All I wish is for this red sun to remain
and to the mockingbird, may he continue to sing.
I sip my first cup of coffee to the coming of the first morning breeze
The roast seems almost majestic as I lay back in mesmerizing pain.
I clasp the mug tight to my palm, my knuckles locked tight to the final stage in the freeze.
I look down into the mug and dread the emptiness I am bound to see.
Ren Michael 