Amber Whisky

Fall over my cliff

‘New’ murmurs to me,

leave the damp fog

of all you every knew.

Fall over my cliff

Sip the amber whisky,

ride on golden steed.

tired memories

sink below horizon.

Fall over my cliff

The future lures you

with crooked fingers,

wagging promises

over the vista.

Fall over my cliff

Sojourn with me,

taste cutting edge,

seal the ancient

into zippered pocket.

Fall over my cliff

but you cannot,

not ever,

walk backwards!