Rustled Leaves *unfinished*

*Please add criticism on the poem i'm working on a story/introduction to accompany it* Tapadh =)

I wrote this poem for those moments in everyone's life when their eyes are opened to the falling grains of sand in their hourglass, and they realize that each moment that passes before their eyes will never pass before them again. That the sands run out, and any moment could be the last grain the last straw that will break the camel's back sending them tumbling into the sea of fallen grains, lost forever in the dunes of lost moments...

This was written for when my eyes were opened to such, and when my hourglass was nearly shattered...

Rustled Leaves

In a gust of wind my blanket of red gold comfort
And orange solace
Was swept from off my sleeping body,
And I awoke to realize
The time I had wasted…
For I had not slept
But merely closed my eyes
To the birds singing,
The wolves howling,
The water rushing,
The people crying…
But now my bed was gone forever
I could not rest my head
Turn around and let it pass
Turn away the truth
Behind the mask…
I’d lived a lie beneath dead leaves
But now my leaves were blown away
I’d lived in hiding beneath a shade
But my tree was now dead
And the sun blinded my mask…
I cannot wear it
The wax has melted
I cannot hide it
The leaves are gone…
Rustled leaves reveal me naked,
Ruffled sleep wakes me
To a barren tomb…
A hollow coffin
Nailed from the inside
A hollow coffin
Made of trees not yet chopped,
A hollow coffin
Not meant for such youth,
Not meant for a life
That hadn’t been lived,
Not meant for a candle
That had not yet shined,
A candle hid under a bush,
For fear it’s light
Would not be enough,
For fear its warmth
Would bring no comfort…
But now I can’t hide
For the wind has swept my leaves,
Stolen my blanket
Of comfort and lies,
And I cannot hide
I cannot let down,
That I should be dead
On the out
Not just the in,
But I am alive
And all I have to do,
Is too clear to be ignored
It shines right on my face…
Sparkling crystal clear
Of words I have to say,
Shining sunshine strong
Of love that can’t be hid,
Reflecting through the rivers
Off the moon and in the stars,
Resting on my face
And through my coffin
Through the bars…
Too much
I would have left undone
Too much
I would have left behind,
I know not
What life may bring
But I know what death
There would have left…
An empty lifeless shell
Of a life
That hadn’t been lived,
Another coffin
All too soon
Another tombstone
All too late…
For Rustled leaves
Leave me open and alone,
Revealed to the truth
The truth revealed to me…
-Mael Iosa