'Sunrise' by Ravyn LaRue

Poetic
Brilliant words arranged
Social justice
of the Native American plight
I’m not far in
though utterly intrigued
Sunrise
The importance of stories
A concept I cling to
The eyes look so determined
And focused on making us know
Just what it’s like
What it means
Dreams and remembrances of darkness
They waft into the boy’s life
And this will propel him
I’m sure
There are memories of war and despair
Though I hope
this boy prevails
Sunrise
There is beauty already blooming
though my thoughts get darkened fast
Such is War
the dark is inevitable
yet in those eyes I see an ultimate strength and power
in the sole spirit
of telling this story
against all odds
Tale-weaving is troublesome
but rewarding
And it blesses one’s soul with immortality
In a somehow selfless way
A cure of tragedy
Which thus will surely be full of
Drastically
I cannot foresee too far
I wish I were an oracle
With tattooed hands
Bright eyes
and Divine knowledge to fully understand
but comprehension is not vital
Perhaps true clarity is false
There is nothing perfect
no rigid lines
a lack of ceremony
The brown of the eye
blends in to the shadowed skin
a furrowed brow of oppression
inner strength and tight lips
and a soul that permeates
Sunrise
A buzzard
he brings death
and I welcome him like a brother
He is mine
Made of my blood
he searches as I
for gorgeous morbidity
I am stringer than what I have sadly become
I share this ancestry of sorts
And this strength and kindredship must move me
The blue water streaming across
flowing through your confined hair
Watering your brain
promoting growth
Which I long for
What is this worth if one cannot grow
life is nothing if one stays sedentary
The piercing white of your eyes is terrifying
Sunrise.