traversing a world of noise-
it is good to be silent.

untangling past time
living in the mind
yesterdays coils

yellow candle flame skies
eye at the end of a telescope
peering into windowless souls

the edge keeps getting
harder to find
keep my ledge clean
brush away this uneasy
disparate ride

spin your thread
that delicate strand
wish me good luck

and i'm not a dancer
but if you ask,
fate or fortune?
smiling,
dancing madly backwards
I'll ride the razor ribbon wire
into the wall of shadows

and until the tug of destiny
and before the ringing of bells
keep me close to your heart.

wearing the night
invisible cloak
with energy of stars

I contemplate futures gate
the road beyond
the road now

in secret my secret thoughts
I dare share
sometimes never.