Aching Winds

I touched the sky, left the land Dwindling in the galaxy, I felt your hand. The Perseus sparkling through my eyes The twilight fading between my cries. Your hand helped me climb to my throne Ornately beautiful, a kind of its own! The clock turned by , my sorrows withered The throne was my crown, your hand was my tether. The glorious days passed, passed through my breathing agony The Crown had started rusting, I heard some cacophony. Your grip was getting stronger, my worries piled up I wanted to let you go, the courage I could never muster. My Thrown destroyed, my crown burnt I am left with a heart ache, a morbid hunt. Your hand has held me tighter since, I feel an urge To hold it through my heart, but my tears put me on a searing verge. I need some time, I need my guilt to seep through But I cannot afford to lose your grip; Yes , It’s true! I cannot leave your hand , you feel so close But my past glory keeps questioning my roads. I want to walk with you and not leap to the sky I want to touch the land again, please help me try.