Tower Poem by Amy Marie

At night I blink my red lights of eyes -
Putting away my white one.
For the day I reserve it.

I oversee you pace and think -
Skipping along Destiny's sunny path in the
Enamoring hours of summer.

I oversee the leaves turn
Red with a necessary passion
For the graves to which they plunge.

I then oversee the graves -
Silver from celebration -
Welcome snowflakes of pretty crystal Death wishes.

I sleep not at night.
Sensuality keeps me up and
Dazzles me with her color-changing stare.

And who do I keep from sleep?
Childhood - Age -
And her lover - Rage.