Life At the Edge
Mystic crystal, what is fate?
Is this dark lover at the gate?
Seems as yesterday, a first date.
Can the passion ever recreate?
His coat now lies upon a chair;
Sounding footstep on the stair.
He will leave you if he dare;
Woman, brush your silken hair!
Caustic words, and hurt so keen;
How many raptures have been seen?
Deep and satin, the smoke screen-
Through it lonely hearts convene.
Feel the cool and velvet breeze,
Evening shadows lurk and tease,
Recall all the nights like these?
Upon the hall table lie car keys.
If I should leave, where would I go?
Reddish sun just bled at the window.
Clouds amass above, all smiles below,
And music plays, smooth and mellow.
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