Too Close To The Edge

I walked the garden path holding all the intimate hands, nurtured in the impermanent world the hope of durability of me loved and belonged, and me owning and retaining. Times changed, didn’t know why storm of dismay surged. The garden got ravaged, the trodden flowers tarnished, I now walk a lonely walk in the garden turned wasteland. The crushed thoughts rise from debris in the void mind, blankness drags dreams down to the edge of extinction. With the submerging spent sun in my melancholic sky, the twilight colors of my listless life slowly sink to oblivion, night waits for my moon at the fringe of the hazy horizon to ascend across the insurmountable span of the onyx rift. The wisps of disappearing cloud tinged with fading hues weave for me the fading tapestry of the departing day. Behind the shroud of the nocturnal gloom my stars hide beyond the edge of the immeasurable distressing gulf. The dust of despair drizzles in darkened supine skyline from the descending night enveloping the ebony future. My mangled mind can’t recover the dwindled dreams, lost in the unfathomable depth of the agonizing abyss. In my splintered mind at the edge of hope I search, discover the inner light showing the reality of reason God has given me to subsist in this life so beautiful, there’s no cause greater, no motive better than to live. My fragile footprints fade in the threshold of ashen dusk, as in lengthening shadow of obscurity I walk the last mile, hoping to feel God’s grace in the rays of the new sunrise, I stand too close to the edge of the unbridgeable chasm.