Cicadas
The leaves are shedding slowly,
Wither away thy roses day by day,
As the creatures sleep in deep forests,
Under the Summer nights of late May.
Flowers liquid under shinning moons and freeze,
Hot deserts sing by the birds,
Kisses by Summer nights softly breeze,
Climb and smile in a share of lovely thirds.
Collect the flowers and bloom,
Cicadas are dying too soon.
Earthly green dark versus bright,
Let’s shatter what’s left of us for a final night.
We are the shadows of the darkest age,
Tell me a final tale of how heroes fade.
Hear the birds chipper and wail,
Softly whisper me the mirrors of your tale.
Cricket and sounds touch my ears,
Humans around screaming “Pioneers”,
Take flight,
Take fright,
May the last echoes of bullets rest their place in here.
Excerpt Poem from Red Spider Lilies | Poetry Book | https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08Y3XFV31/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i5
