Falling

Within darkness of limp aging dream a darker shadow lay in wait time was weapon for time dreams fought dreams too late Too late that time in orchard row with fruit already fallen too late that time in travel with arrival only to depart in forever out for now was it not strange how it rolled with square edges Too late this time for fairy tales goblin and ghouls must wait while reality's got hold of time and severs at the throat one season one season at a time So eye in time rolls in sockets made from sculptured skull to look behind itself at darkness and waiting darker shadow Bonds in mind so intertwined a thought can not survive as darkness tightens grip and shadows show the way Slipped from edge into endless pit of wonder but was it not strange how i rolled with square edges remembering fruit fell too late that year