The Bluff

Im consumed by this.

This…this, never end of never.

How do you restart when this minute stretches beyond my life.

I can stand on the bluff, I can do that.

I can feel my long coats whip like angered sails.

My oh my, how the rocks feel unsteady.

The waters. They carry grains of sand that piece me together.

I am a sifting castle of an idea.

My shadow moves itself apart, to the widows walk.

But me.

But for me, I will stay and watch for the ship of you.

I can do that, because I must.

My bloods oil moves slow, tired, in a distant hold.

It’s the only light I feel, when the rocks shiver beneath me.

So, I hold me hearts lantern high, to guide you here.

I can do that which the clasped seconds demand.

Until my shadow returns and I wake.

Upon this crag, a castle waits, on shaky earth.

In its towers window, a flame flickers.

The shadows come, and I am here.

Chained to the walls of me.