Southern Willow Poem by aric wilsie

Idling while ponderance is chased
Feeling the suns final falling warmth
Why where you in my dreams?
Last night
Blonde hair
And skin
And bones
Maybe only god knows
How hard I've tried
And nothing can stop me now
Yet....
A week is enough
Full of weakness
With dark folds all around
The long dreary night taunts
A gloomy red beakon
Illuminates winsome children
Gluttonously smiling
While they chase a stone
Un-moving
And old
Un-caring
And scared
Did you know?
Morning dark as midnight?
Late and murky
Alone and chill
But...
Autumn is amber hues
In your absence
Dreaming is dead
Forgeries are sold and...
The sleeper awakes
To a hot glint off a
Dirty metal coffin
Green
And gone