By Juana Diaz
The night rested on closed eyes
Mind set on the prize
Fears are white clouds
Followed by loud sounds
Children from dreams making loud screams
Future sending soft whispers
Hoping to be quick thinkers
End or start
Car speeds fast
Dreams speed past
Life as a sash
Waiting for the crash
Black cat steer clear
Tickle of the ear
Opportunities appear and disappear
Red rose
Years we decompose
The lover bares
False care
Light
A baby cries
Mother a melody tries
A new beginning but an end
Grim reaper
Light rests on a creeper
The night rests on closed eyes
