Drifters

We are all drifters in love

fools for mercy, and a God above

lying to creation an awe awaits forever

the precipice's embrace

within you I know togetherness,

seeping into my eternity - a desire

tis not the oceans of destiny

only a droplet of your peace

As I cling to the hands of time

a breath heaves me out

our world erupts a gold misery of yore

and a single teardrop screams

Although a new world speaks in a whisper

your silence is desperation guiding

gasping hands to a route to the root of love

one last time

The edge of the world is a place where it ends,

the tree of knowledge a tree of life,

and you in their midst stand,

two shadows and an outstretched hand.