At The Threshold

Do you see the smoke?

Come, look where I am pointing.

Thick, like lies, a deathly grey

Yet dancing through the air like a silk that clogs our lungs.

Do you see the fire?

There, in the distance.

A vibrant red, tangoing with

A glowing yellow, waltzing with

A flickering orange, determined

To devour everything in its path.

Can you see the guilt?

The stained concrete gates we were desperate to close,

To hide the destructive reality we created.

However;

The soft blue sky, dancing like the light in your aquamarine eyes

Yet suffocating like the dark, stormy sea

Embracing the violet, the pale greens, the faint grey clouds

A mountain of destruction, death, debris

A valley of light, fire, flickering hope

Burnt brown with the taste of defeat

Forever chasing one another in a never-ending circle.