Upon the brink
Of rock laiden terrain
And where rocks sink
Is the one in pain
Who aches to sail
Away from woe
To turn their tail
Away from home
Mind stained red
But eyes set blue
Held thoughts unsaid
That don't align true
And so for the one
The world is darkened
Wayward to yellow sun
Arcing as gates tend
Crossing the brink
From the high cliffs
lowering to sink
As their spirit lifts
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Upon the brink
Of rock laiden terrain
And where rocks sink
Is the one in pain
Who aches to sail
Away from woe
To turn their tail
Away from home
Mind stained red
But eyes set blue
Held thoughts unsaid
That don't align true
And so for the one
The world is darkened
Wayward to yellow sun
Arcing as gates tend
Crossing the brink
From the high cliffs
lowering to sink
As their spirit lifts