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

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.

Photo by Mauricio Artieda on Unsplash

7 thoughts on “At the Edge of Waking

      1. Rhen Laird

        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… 🙂 I hope you are well–weather aside, 2020 shows promise 🙂

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