Your bones
Cling still
To that wall.
A forever scene
Of your
Last stand.
Bleached,
The colour of time.
A pale reminder
That you tried
To climb higher
Than anyone
Is allowed.
Your bones
Cling still
To that wall.
A forever scene
Of your
Last stand.
Bleached,
The colour of time.
A pale reminder
That you tried
To climb higher
Than anyone
Is allowed.
Old white bones.
So thin and worn.
In lazy dry wind.
Clack together.
A rhythmic applause
At slow small efforts,
Made far below.
Where few look up
To see the crowd.
As i watched
The light fail,
On your cold stone,
I could hear nothing
But your song
In my bones.
I knew it would echo
Forever and more,
As you danced
On light feet,
Further in to
The brightest
Of nights.
The sea is grey.
Thick and clouded.
Steep drops and
Jagged slate cliffs
Are hidden by the
Misted sad water,
That from time
To fleeting time,
Will give glimpses
Of the sharp pearl
White bones of those
Who were foolish
Enough to swim
The sea of absence.