At the Brink

Heavy thoughts stirred his sleep waiting for him in his limbo His past drifted away like fleeting clouds returning vaguely, like lurking shadows Visions drizzling through his future past stranded in the abyss of failed dreams If all could slow a little If time will go on a gentle walk then tomorrow might be better If for a single more day, the light is lighted The day can yet be saved At dusk, he cast a glance For a long time, lasting a long night Ending a new story,questioning the old one cascading the entanglement of mirages held on to Barren Land sings to his lonely night whispering bars from a loathed day mimicking the cries of an aged rain He lost his will to fight.