I will lay here waiting
Breaking close to the edge
As my silence surrenders
To a pounding at my door
The pressure pulsating
Begging jump off the ledge
In a spark seeking embers
Never tasted before
Forbidden to swim
Only asking to drown
For a drink of the rush
From the waters of spring
Still dripping so sweet
From the heat of the dawn
As the cold of the night
Leaves a lingering sting
I will lay here seeking
Every question that burns
From the sweat of the answer
Betraying the wind
As temptation is speaking
To lessons unlearned
On the breath of a dancer
Who falls in the end
Midnight lingers on
For the thrill of the noon
For the sound of bell
In the thrust of a ring
Still loud from the touch
Of an afternoon dream
As the flame of the dusk
Leaves a lingering sting
Powerfully penned, Brandon. Another excellent write with amazing flow and great wordplay my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian