Sunrise

Poetic

Brilliant words arranged

Social justice

of the Native American plight

I’m not far in

though utterly intrigued

Sunrise

The importance of stories

A concept I cling to

The eyes look so determined

And focused on making us know

Just what it’s like

What it means

Dreams and remembrances of darkness

They waft into the boy’s life

And this will propel him

I’m sure

There are memories of war and despair

Though I hope

this boy prevails

Sunrise

There is beauty already blooming

though my thoughts get darkened fast

Such is War

the dark is inevitable

yet in those eyes I see an ultimate strength and power

in the sole spirit

of telling this story

against all odds

Tale-weaving is troublesome

but rewarding

And it blesses one’s soul with immortality

In a somehow selfless way

A cure of tragedy

Which thus will surely be full of

Drastically

I cannot foresee too far

I wish I were an oracle

With tattooed hands

Bright eyes

and Divine knowledge to fully understand

but comprehension is not vital

Perhaps true clarity is false

There is nothing perfect

no rigid lines

a lack of ceremony

The brown of the eye

blends in to the shadowed skin

a furrowed brow of oppression

inner strength and tight lips

and a soul that permeates

Sunrise

A buzzard

he brings death

and I welcome him like a brother

He is mine

Made of my blood

he searches as I

for gorgeous morbidity

I am stringer than what I have sadly become

I share this ancestry of sorts

And this strength and kindredship must move me

The blue water streaming across

flowing through your confined hair

Watering your brain

promoting growth

Which I long for

What is this worth if one cannot grow

life is nothing if one stays sedentary

The piercing white of your eyes is terrifying

Sunrise.