At the Edge of Waking

Those images that come at the edge of waking

weave lies I believe with all my heart

only for a moment before the supports break

pillars crumble and the fortress falls into the sea

Then to new heights I go watching the sky

a shrinking horizon rushing in to take me

and it seems to all the world a tired death

but only skin-deep the fire burns on

driving forth new hordes to rage against this silence

The ink is spilled and flowing

a new elixir filling empty veins

with fabled dreams of peace time

Here at the gravesite of a champion

who dared to tread a path to hidden things

only the innocent need fear retribution

โ€”

Flying back to Denver today. Strange to think that I’m not sure when the next time I’ll be in Washington is. Strange and exciting all at once.

โ€”

Photo by Mauricio Artieda on Unsplash

7 thoughts on “At the Edge of Waking”

      1. It’s pretty bad, at least from my vantage point as a pedestrian! Took my life in my hands yesterday, walking uphill to Safeway for batteries (fear/preparedness of power outages). The pass to E. Wash was closed on and off–just as students were returning to WSU. I may not go out again till Spring! PS: I’m one of your serious fans–just changed blogs again… ๐Ÿ™‚ I hope you are well–weather aside, 2020 shows promise ๐Ÿ™‚

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