• monicker 10w

    I'll rest one day

    One of these days I'll learn,
    How my sisters and brothers sleep.
    How my brothers and sisters downturn,
    How they lose themselves, visioning sheep.

    But I'll disturb decayed leaves,
    Edging through a scree of scents.
    Inhaling all passing of leads,
    And those salient ephemeral events.

    One of these days I'll secure,
    How my brothers and sisters unwind.
    How my sisters and brothers mature,
    How they live with the decline.

    I'll keep chasing in these haunts
    Through scourge of bitter sleet.
    The cold breath may wring me from my wants,
    But it can't force me from my feet.

    One of these days I'll know,
    How my sisters and brothers wane.
    How my brothers and sisters slow.
    How they manage all the same.

    I'd instead settle in the sunlight,
    For a fleeting moment of the day,
    And regard the renewal in delight,
    While prowling on my prey.

    One of these days I'll close these lids,
    Stop this heart, and all in it.

    ©monicker