... On the Lyrical Paths...

Arrow
3 November, 2003

 


Fly
to the end
of a runaway world
where the sky
burns

in
such sweet shades
of bright azure and gold.

Dance
with the wind
that is plummeting free
from the cliff's
face

to
fall so far
to the cavernous deeps.

Feel
all the life
to be discovered there
on the razor
edge

where
hearts beat hard
to fight mercury time.

Arc
on your path
to a ballistic end
where you will
bloom

in
a moment
ripe with exquisite death.

 
|Writing| ::Mythical::Companionable::Ephemeral::Lyrical::