Hectic, humid air rings to the sound of ecstatic havoc,
Beating in time, murmurs rise to roars, from where hallway packs loll,
Acceptance seduces me out of my box, to uncomfortable happiness.

High above the waving masts,
With blue below and grey above,
I quest towards the highest point,
Sheep droppings beneath my toes,
A lonely hawk has beaten me there,
Rain flees, whipped by wind,
Stealing warmth formed by the climb,
I reach the top as a conqueror,
Panting, tired, exultant.

I slumber, dreaming, overshadowed,
The smallest of men engulf the sky,
No one but I regrets my chosen road,
To choose between the pan and fire,
The fallen tree burns to light the way,
While shattered skulls grin mournfully,
Waiting transience murders perfection,
Charging the smallest touch with a sense of loss,
Moments gone and a future out of reach,
Nowhere to hide, only I stand in my way.

Mirror's shimmer wanes,
Dancing shadow soars,
Where sea and sky meet,
No song bids goodnight.

My heart is stretched,
Pulled and pulled,
It cannot take any more.

The smallest tug,
You or I,
And it will snap.

But to let go,
Is to admit,
That I was wrong.

I will hold on,
Forever,
You are worth suffering for.