Standing on the Edge
Of eternity
Standing on the edge of eternity.
Inside the forest of fears
No signposts where we’re going
Just teardrops in the trees.
You call my name out softly.
Words echo in the air.
A blindfold was tied over my eyes.
Pain is intermixed with care.
Armours of strong resolution
Determinations of silver steel
Though armed, there is no knowing.
If the touch I have can feel.
Swords rain down from the treetops.
Glistening, spinning and sharp
Rather it’s steel than stoning.
Caught in the pain as we depart.
Back in eternity, there is no end
No start or middle ground
The canopy blots the sun from the sky.
They are running with the hare and hound.
Loves eternal gravity
Is airless and floating in space
We need new signs to show us.
Time to cut to the chase.
Eternal love somewhere abounds.
Beyond the skies, blue frontiers.
Floating free and sailing
To the music of outer spheres.
When will the world acknowledge
It’s an invasion, not a war
And as the blood is spilled.
Putin’s madness wants some more.
©
David Rudder
2022
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