The Last Dawn

<p>I used to smile

At the simple things</p><p>Birds in their tree's</p><p>Individual blades of pristine grass </p><p>Emerging from the soft green ground</p><p>In the months of May </p><p>Whispers of clouds smiling in the perennial blue sky </p><p>

</p><p>I used to smile</p><p>

</p><p>The birds became invaders, inhabiting, inhibiting branches in imprisonment </p><p>Wondrously waiting beside widow frames waking sleeping souls</p><p>In the&amp;nbsp;early hours of morning</p><p>Each mirroring the others malicious motive</p><p>

</p><p>Green bodkins standing silently, shyly, surreptitiously from the&amp;nbsp;ground </p><p>In dangerous armies, ably awaiting anarchy </p><p>Waiting for&amp;nbsp;the next victim to lie down and imprint themselves </p><p>With the sharp mark of a militarial colony </p><p>

</p><p>Cloudy climes taunting the world&amp;nbsp;</p><p>With wordless whispers of&amp;nbsp;a place they'll never be </p><p>A fictitious future of fortune unforgotten in fervent faces </p><p>

</p>Dreams don't dare come true

I used to smile

But complex connotations connected to life

Came forth contrasting common belief

Eyes acknowledge the awakening of time

Telling of tales told to obscure openly the opaque lies of our own world

Nothing is as simple

As birds in trees

Grass in the months of May

Whispers in perennial blue skies