Friday, August 21, 2009

At the Edge

At the edge of the world the heart is torn as darkness descends
Nearing sunset a vigil consumes the fading hours of unrest
Candlelight progresses as the rhythms of sorrow shatter
Standing still in some sedation my words caught in reflection
Craving to fill the aching emptiness as flickering shadows dance
At the edge the crystal ocean drawing no complications
For a moment thoughts subside into the fog I go onwards,
I let for now waves of inspiration mend my trembling body.