Original Photo : Kristaps Bergfelds https://www.flickr.com/photos/narciss/2430835027
Standing on the edge,
Looking into the abyss,
I’d seen the light succumbing,
Long before it came to this,
*
I heard the words unspoken,
And read the empty page,
The whispered breath of reason,
Was the truth I couldn’t engage,
*
I’d seen the dancing figures,
In the flames that died away,
And seen their passion ebbing,
In the languor of their sway,
*
I’d smelt the scent of history,
That wove between the trees,
Brought down by leaves of empathy,
Like a wreath around my knees,
*
For the sanguinity of optimism,
That berates a barren shell,
Is the despondent melancholy,
Of despair I cannot quell.
