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
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