By: Hunter Christian
Golden waves crash over me
Fascination overcomes my resting place
O\'er the landscape rich with amber
Gems of burnt sienna aglow with warmth
Glare through my body at once
I favor respite from escape
The forbidding walls encasing me give way
Awash in sienna sunglow I lie in its stead
To the sky I ponder my happenstance
Am I a soldier for the dead?
Delicately the breeze blows over me
Delicately the amber grasses caress my body
My homestead in a rickety ole shanty
Barren the place is dilapidated and shoddy
A whisper calms me somehow
For the racing thoughts race on
From her lips I hear my future call
In the lightscape of the awakening dawn