An evening with self
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
Where my story unfolds...

With all my heart,
my soul and my self,
I sit on the edge,
wondering what is and was, done for the best.

A double edged sword,
my thoughts of night,
Couldn't let loose,
Couldn't even pry.

With a tiring sigh,
I tell myself,
Come on...get up,
Just one more time,
Just one more try,
If it still doesn't work,
we'll say goodbye.

© oneLastBreeze