Tumble.
Descend down earth, the slope climbed.
And
Remember; when at once, your vision
Clouds.
Somewhere,
Amidst fog and spray, an
Ocean,
A child roams; searching, he…
End scene.
And then see,
You lay, prostrate. Next,
Sweet Tingles –
A feeling, emotion…
Yet false. Why?
And then the next
Scene, a woman
Kneeling, crying.
Your hands tremble,
Her lips tight.
Ah, but you know, a
Thought given
To time and regret.
Nothing as
sweet, but yet perverse.
To return, to dream: an
Escape.
You awake, eyes unclear,
Confused?
Wind, heavy lunar howls.
A bit of blood, dusty coat.
Stand,
Find your ground, approach your goal clear.
Walk,
Against the grave; yet to fall.