Over the edge...

Is it not

What we desire most

Makes us..?

Is it not

What we want most
 Breaks us..?

A promise kept...

Never an absolution

but a sense of freedom

that comes with the dawning of dawn,

the swishing and unnerved splashing of a river...

....down a silent mountain pass,

the first cries of the wild

that render a forest wide awake...

...distant yet almost close enough!

On the road..

On the road, I strode

Stopped time, let the dust erode

Got out there, unstuck

Broke into a run, was it luck?

Hungover, I stayed

Like quicksand, my heart obeyed

Now it’s a run ahead, for every step back

Pulsating through, on to the right track

THE WIND

Faceless it mutters

Breathless it stutters

Mouthful it fills

Lifeless it kills

Naked it moves

Noises of hooves

Wingless it flies

Traceless it dies