Jitters

I whisper the last breath of winter and see myself brave like a fool,

the pledge and the penance forgotten, the promise was merely a tool.

I feel just like the moment after it rains, the sky will try its best to sweep clean

a path, overgrown and ignored, it hides the remains of war,

a place where you rest like a child, a nightmare or a dream.

A darkness is hiding in the ocean, so tender, but going astray,

a wind chill mistaken for jitters, and wild waters hunt for their prey.

Then fall will be there to remind us that all of our payments are due,

a sea eagle dives from the mountains,she sure did a number on you.

I feel just like the moment after it rains, the sky will try its best to sweep clean

a path, overgrown and ignored, it hides the remains of war,

a place where you rest like a child, a nightmare or a dream.