on the edge of a cliff-
ambiguous winds taunt strangers
staring at a city made of concrete and stone
looking for hope
searching for depth
in a city made of concrete and stone
swaying on the edge of the unknown
force myself to turn away
from our untamed garden overgrown
from a beauty and depth unmatched
Love
from a delusion-
all my own
force myself to turn away
to leave it alone
to let it go
swaying on the edge of the unknown
when a long road ends, another world begins
when a long road ends, on the edge
another road begins, of the unknown
ambiguous winds
the taste of blood
a salty wound-
so slow to heal
so slow
swaying on the edge of the unknown.
