The truth in lies break the ties of time

to travel to the first mistake

remembering the last & what’s at stake.

To go to the edge of nothing, and to the edge everything of something,

Beyond the ledge of a lunar sacrifice in the chase of a new star.

But its the edge of a chance she chose his dance

to venture into the journey of the dark.

Where the undercurrent of slumber’s tide sweeps deeper

as the time-snail shades a sun’s shine

amongst the plump pillows of clouds

 that shields the giants that stalk our secrets

to steal the ghosts we dream.

But on magic time, within its spinning threads

a presence stops with a hook of lead.

Reaching with fingertips that entwines

he protects and catches her falling dreams, he’ll mind.