Edge of Reason

A little edge of reason –
Stealing back the sheets,
Dark lines and silhouettes,
Make for a tasty treat.
Eyes aglow, underneath the frayed strokes,
Below the canvas of misery,
In shaded cloaks of grey;
My mind is a temple, trudging the day.
Beneath the setting stones,
A darkness envelopes,
Crossing the tides of time,
To a place my soul mates lies.
The years pass by, on a foreign tide,
My heart belongs to this borrowed land,
My mind restless in a simpleness,
Of customs and folklore,
Yet the lair of witchcraft and rebels,
Entice and compel.
Forgotten by the dawn,
Time stretches on,
I become a distant memory,
A history left unsaid –
Unspoken for centuries,
Silent on the wind.

J.Calvert 2016

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