Crossing the Boundary Many Fold
We’ve lasted tried through thick and thin.
Saddled cross the safety pin.
Balanced precarious, much disaster
World be spinning faster faster.
Halt.
Crack goes the whip of the dead and the dying.
Emotions are treading falling and crying.
Tripping over one another flowing past-one then the other.
Peace.
Reigning like the raging tides of war.
Arguments of scorn that seem to soar,
Among the stars, on clouded nights of Hate.
Wipe it clean…. Blank slate.
Whispered voice, and silken word.
Same old news and as we’ve deferred.
Thickened skin’s and shrugs a’ many.
Answers, none, not one, not any.
Halt.
Thunderous appeal within the eyes.
Glimmer shimmer then demise.
Many feelings slowly dying, business shorn as if she’s prying.
Peace.
Cobalt cold, and icy tomb.
Caught within the doldrums gloom.
Crackling slivers, frozen water.
Heat be rising. Hotter Hotter.
Rage is crimson. Hot and blinding.
Tauter. Tauter, slowly winding.
Spiralled core, of twisted hate.
Wipe it clean….Blank slate.
Halt.
No I say. Never more.
Its something else, some petty chore.
Drainage swift and ill abiding, slowly raging, slowly tiding.
Peace.
We watch and wait for one to speak.
Not a sound. Not a peep.
One does start, as does the other.
A frown. A smile. And then another.
Halt.
Blissful tides of want and Joy.
As if a pup, and his boy.
Playing ‘midst the churning, breeze…All seems quiet and at ease.
Peace.
Forever.
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