Every story has two sides....

Been meaning to post these for ages. The final drafts on Onwards and Brink, two sides to one tale of love & desire.

Brink

There you stand, heaving the air

Dragging it to your depths.

Rooted atop the cliff,

Peering to the unseen.

I linger beyond,

Wait for you to shift.

With that glint of fear

You view some gaping maw.

Daily I wait.

Forever you sway.

Stuttering,

Upon the brink.

Onwards

Stepping out, tentative, slow

In the meek morning sky.

Beneath the sparse blossom bows

Our track gently trundles,

Trees weave tighter, all turns dim,

Yet the blossom beckons us on.

You dart ahead, cast me a grin,

Deep shadows sprawl the path.

You slump upon the soft grass,

All about me grows silent, still.

Each breath rattles of my past,

Deep in the darkness,

My feet sink in concreted will,

The air drowns my dismay.

Onwards you say, but fearful,

Forever here, just beyond;

Is where I'll stay.