Walking to the brink of time alone

Feeling it. I’m on the brink not on the verge today …beautiful.

Jane Dougherty Writes

A quatern in response to the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt.

This week’s words are:

SENSE | SECURE | WALK | TIME | ALONE

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Walking to the brink of time alone,

I sense the silence of the cold stars’ wail,

Black winds howl and through pale gullies moan,

Secure that no one hears their lonely tale.

Our handclasp broke, you let me slip away,

Walking to the brink of time alone,

I longed with all my heart to hear you say,

You could not kill the love between us grown.

Setting sun and shooting stars still shone,

Filling earth and sky with fleeting light.

Walking to the brink of time alone,

The edge approaches at the brink of night.

Dying rays and starshine light the way,

I turn, but through the glimmer you have gone.

I call your name, but nothing makes you stay,

Walking to the brink of…

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