Edge of the World, Of Time

Eyes of blue, filled with lust and

sometimes, I'm startled by a blink

as it creeps in quick and reminds me

that I'm mortal and death is a reflex

we're all born with. So I stare until it hurts

and penetrate reality past

the scratch of dry air as the image blurs,

I'll need tears to bring me back,

maybe if I stay lost in the haze

my glare will cure like leather and

I'll never have to fear the reminders.

but one day the hammer will test

me at the bend and my heart

will stretch straight across the screen

and my eyes will never again reflect

the ocean, lapping with salted licks

across the surface,

I'll see with eyes of black filled with dust,

and the blink will never recoil,

so I'm keeping track every day I wake up

and she smiles back.