Eve

Can't interpret the time

Nor is the time of day I need

I long for the caress of summer flowers

Carefully dancing within the breeze

Clouds doubling their size

As the sand on the ground intermingles 

From this glory, I cannot franchise

But I know one thing for sure,

And that is the separation I feel

A tug of rushing blushes

Cotton waving gently over me

As it pounds, so does my heartbeat

Waving over my body with it's wishful touches. 

A single flower in the field wavers

I reach out to it, forgiving it's loneliness

Grasping it, I study the plant with care

Feeling no twinges of fear or distress

Raising my chin, the sun hits my delicate eyes

Black is shielding my vision

My thoughts a segment, the darkness a line

I lay down, missing the sun's shine.

Night is falling and I still hold the flower

Now wilted and crumpled in my palm

I have harvested it's tidy power

My heart is beating, steady and strong. 

Flickers of sound boom in the distance

My ears pierced with it's chaos

Lazily I lay the flower aside at a stance

And peak at the winds so monstrous 

I try to scream as the hurricane hits me

But my mouth is left without a sound

Then it all becomes clear

I have not time left, I have run out.