I sat on the rock with my feet dipped in the cold flowing river,

the waves washing away all what made me quiver

the dreams, the what if’s, the constant talks, those decisions,

all came to a halt

The little bird finding the strongest hays

to make a nest and keep the young ones safe

those beautifully carved castles by the tiny ants

with tunnels and caves

The chirps of the birds,

The gurgling of the streams,

The sound of my steps

I am here and I hear myself breathe

Those vibrant colors

That anticipation

feel of butterflies flutter

As you came close,
and gazed in my amber brown eyes
I felt naked and stranded in a frozen lake of ice

My amber eyes so deep and brown,
revealing secrets knowing no bounds

As he woke up in the morning,
the sunshine, not radiant to brighten his day,
the beans, not bitter to spike his fatigue away

the thought of the day draining him down,
the weight of the armor making his wits drown