If I were to try and fly
Would you push first?
If I were to fall
Would you let me go?
If I were set ablaze all that I knew
Would you sit back and admire the burning orange
Would you look into the shawdows?
Cry out to ebony coloured embers?
Would you see a glimmer of hope?
A glimse of pride?
A certain becoming
A lifetime?
A little golden orb that spun around time and time again
A silent spectator who never quite caught your eye
Tell my story to the young and new
So that dust may never gather on bones
So that the sun many shine many a time
While in an age old vault
A serpant winds itself around tiny vials of salt...
[Cross Posted On Una Voce]
