Green

Aye, I await the Green
In the morning
As the sun robs the chill from my skin.
This warrior rising
Disturbs that which finds same
In the name
Which has hidden behind it
The secrets well known by
Him who slumbers well.
Night's embrace brings
This same Green to the Page
Who sneaks behind the backs
Of masters too blind to know
What a heart might want.
This follower seeks nothing
Yet is expected to choose course.
Ah! Green must lead yet stay.
And cruelty refuse hospitality,
And whim breed standard,
The afternoon mourns for the Green.
These three made four by my want,
There is an entanglement.
And so I wait
Unlike those possessers,
For the Green.
Because I know that Green
Stands most beautifully blue
Between shades nigh closed.
Alas, I shall remain
In this place where I watch
For that morning, noon, and night Green
Which beckons my haste
Yet calls for consideration
All things in due time.
Aye, I await the Green
Which forever may my captain be,
For flight not fight not
The Green remains.
Even as fire rages
The Green keeps my bed
And makes it out sweetly,
Lay place for this head.