The Skyline

A labyrinth constructed in perfection Hues claim color blue for their reflection Old and new take turns in violet isolation A Spectrum designed in oblivion Nowhere to find safety, fall or learn to fly the horizon abysses hold my untold as a hidden tradition these secrets are folded delicate like warm winter blankets Sitting in the attic on the sunny side of regret These Loft windows lay unarmed and clear My Fear watches over the skyline with a cracked mirror Searching for a lost child, my child Gone far into the labyrinth Grey Clouds offer tears to replace a thunders rest And I mourn while evanescent with wonder Of my children, gone and left behind Detained by fate for spending stolen time as mine Destiny's fight unwinds my last chance to shine Terry D’Arcy-Ryan