Standing At the Edge of Her World

Strange this life the world it's place in time; ground zero ? Rushing by these years confetti as kindling their, colour crayon Ages smoke-glassed mirrors book marked tiers; bittersweet her stages Gray skies children laughing ghost, weeping while turning pages.. Torn frayed edges echoing of innocence a wisp and wind, searching His Winter's hollow ? Skeletons, flesh as bone clinging to perished dust Dreams memorialized an endless era aneath marble; mounds of mocking Stones a pagan's altar their offerings ? Granite gods, howling amid ancient's Tombs still bleeding, from their own wounds; scripted these tears thus paved.... Running from shadows melting candles an olive branch ? Strange, this love's night.