View From The Edge

No stake again just standing there
above the sky look for care
the birds, the clouds darken the air
none to blame just fly and flare

Below the feet just empty ground
flip a pebble, wait for sound
pang of conscience lept and bound
in the depths that lies beneath
no quagmire underneath

Flinched with fear, close to tear
loosen the purl of what was there
forgive the names with the resents
nothing been taken, none will care

The sound of water gushing beneath
the blade of grass touching the feet
reminiscent of hopes and dreams
got this feet from rocks to greens

Pair of trouser, empty hands
put a step back, the brain remands
lub and dub it reiterates
empty scene and empty gaze

The sky goes dark, head still clear
birds fly away, feel no fear
of what was thought, time to adhere
close your eyes, home is here.