#aknowingglance

[enochnear]

VII. In time I found myself atop a cliff

A precipice o’er dark and churning seas

Tree roots clung to rock with waning grip

An air of change electrified the breeze

I looked on the horizon vast, unbroken

No defining line cleaved wind from waves

I sat in silence thinking words unspoken

Words of kings, on banners, and on graves

And as the sun began to set again

The fires of eventide lit up the clouds

And I was filled with gratitude for them

Ah, to be with radiant light endowed!

But all good things must end and all must change

So like a well-wound clock the moon did rise

And once again its glow was something strange

A greenish, pallid shroud across the skies