• foreverseptember 93w

    Golden Years

    And here we dance,
    As the floor gives way,
    To the broken black,
    Of a ceaseless day,
    Into that grey light,
    Between now and then,
    We send each other,
    To our fate, again,
    And here we laugh,
    As the sky rains tears,
    Broad smiles of suffering,
    Become golden years,
    Into the white fog,
    Between yes and no,
    It's where indecisive,
    Futures go.
    ©clifton2