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.