From up here
it all looks square.
But,
down there?
If ever we were near
a showdown of shadows,
The darkness we should fear
is the one the heart knows.
Above, we rise.
Breaking.
Again, the cries.
Aching.
Reached through love bent in the middle
wrestled with time, a memory to fade.
Sigh.
You became caught by the riddle.
Like waves upon the mountain shore;
this is man-made.
