The edge of something

Standing at the edge of something

Now and long ago

Shadows formed in distant mist

Down among the trees

Remembering the midweek bells

Wondering

Shapes moving in the darkness

Whispering

Gone in search of sleep

In search of warmth

Security

Finding only sweat and sadness

Chill foreboding

Roused by animal voices

Scourged

Flayed and broken by the night

Petrified

A hand drawn from its gauntlet

Hewn in melting stone

Wavering

Falling to uncertainty

Our names hang in the wind:

Anxiety

Confusion