Glory Days

Running on the edge. The joy we remember; whilst our brain cleverly emits the pain.

Glory days

Like sweet symphonic angels,
We cross the line,
We ride the borders
Into uncharted waters.

The burning orange glow
Of clustered swans;
Like shadows of dreams,
Against a darkening sunset skyline.

Mutiny, souls clashing
In the cavernous divide.
It’s time. It’s time;
One last ride tonight.

Bent on glory days,
These joyless empty ways;
Of hearts beating
Like tinkered harps.

Seductive clutches, please release me
Aid my skin crawling task,
A jealous stare watching them pass,
This cross to bear, feeling vast.