It All Begins Again by Stephen Jarrell Williams

A pair of eyes watching.
Preparing to strike
in a fold of dreams...

You've seen them.
But you pretend
you're a blinding blaze of light.

Or is it
you're as dark as they are?

The trees bending.
Roots extending...
Holding on
for the coming breaking of earth.

The birds already singing
songs at night,
clearing their throats
for the choking change of forever.

The dogs sniffing with eyes bulging.
Cats with shaved tails.
Fish straining for more air.

Sky falling
with crumbs of bones.

Smoke rising
from below a hidden lid
of the buried
garden chamber.

Does it begin again,
or has it always been?

Stephen Jarrell Williams use to stay up all night and write with lightning bolts until they fizzled down behind the dark horizon.  But now he sleeps through the night and writes with the morning sunrise.  He can be found on Twitter  @papapoet.