Swingset on the Cliffs

We held hands

Legs swung from ridge

A push in mid-flight

Crashing's indicative.

Sunset's sit.

Where we roam.

Tied to cliff

My open palms

Letting go

slam to shore

Wafting rocks

beauty torn

On rusted barge

Eyes are closed

Gripping tight

Last Day

Last Dream

Last Tomorrow's Night.

We meet at the coal

Near the rich man's shed

A travellers pillow

To rest your weary head

Dry your eyes

And blot the mouth

The one who dies

Never Seems loved so loud.