Edge and the Middle

Violet skies

Moonlit lies

Shadow forecast

On romance.

Dusking Winter walks

Slowed them down

To talk

Ever hurting, says not worth it.

Truant cloud a bellows

For sun without the rise

For ocean incomplete with wave.

Sifted echoes

Tempered, sallow

Forge a light

For paths

I follow.

Heavens are waiting

Sky and plain crest to meet

This occasion, forever.