Some Ages

So you awake to the breath of morning
In defiance of the darkness
that withholds many
To twenty

Is the graciousness which
lays on your colour and nature and life
Nothing, but the yearning of years

Then it is time
Reflections should tie your neck
For targets and emotions yet
expressed
That you should crucify all
cowardice
Which dwells freezing in bones and
eyes
So i await
For the air that you inhale
To shut the troubles of age
That lay under your armpit
While you live