Poetics To War

A day of birth blooms a flower letting sunshine across the stars dust. I stare at the ground for inspiration of poetry behind a red line of reality and dreams. Sleep comes as a sensation to the restless and a quest for those who awake. Civilized as a character to ignore nature playing guerilla warfare in sync of the odyssey dear to Homer. Imitated by the aura of yellow feather weary of the almighty blue.