Mine Poem by Peitho Enthermos

Sunset it was and the birds were flying by to catch forty winks. Silence grew louder; even to permit a ghost for bustle.
No more tossing toes and twigs
that sway the leaves away
All had gone exhausted for activity

While the heavens foretold time, and the creations gone to dine
or unfortunately, to slumber;
in the lull of his thoughts
I choke, I cry
'Who am I? '

Then the words came... pulling me down,
'You are you.. you be you..'

BUT, amen, I woke, I sigh
'Who am I? '
Then the Sun shines...
I heard a Mighty voice saying, 'Mine'