Untitled the First

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