Marbleyes

Lovers and loathing
going to the edge
meeting cowards and crows
experiencing vertigo
with timeless and timing
going together like
growing old.
We’re overlooking
and never ending
a stones throw from home.

Lovers and loathing
going together
looking over the edge
unafraid to loose control
and letting gravity
become a stones clone.
Defying geology
and never growing old.
Loosing telemetry
like cowards and crows.
Finding an enemy
by throwing some stones.

Lovers and loathing
coming together
igniting a spark
saying I love her
and blowing apart.
Suffocating the connection,
introducing some disorder.
Age is all becoming
but time is no matter.
Corruption and destruction
just the foreplay of disaster.

My love and their loathing
born connected at the heart
neutral enemies from the start
now drowning in their blood
and all the dirty words of lust
dying but still trying
crawling to the edge
guided by their cowards
and their crows
inside them where they grow
weak and vulnerable
just a stones throw
I think I know.

My love
the edge
two emotions
no corruption
just the wind
and the mist
and the sky
and the thin air
and the rocks
and the birds
and my memory
and my pain
and my love
and I don’t care
and I’m not lying
because it’s come this far
and leaping over the edge
with her in my heart
would be a beautiful depart.