Glory Days

Glory days

Like sweet symphonic angels,
We cross the line,
We ride the borders
Into uncharted waters.

The burning orange glow
Of clustered swans;
Like shadows of dreams,
Against a darkening sunset skyline.

Mutiny, souls clashing
In the cavernous divide.
It’s time. It’s time;
One last ride tonight.

Bent on glory days,
These joyless empty ways;
Of hearts beating
Like tinkered harps.

Seductive clutches, please release me
Aid my skin crawling task,
A jealous stare watching them pass,
This cross to bear, feeling vast.