Ledges

Do not scoff at love’s bitter edges, for they in themselves bear witness
To an age of bygone fancy, where tear-stained forests rushed into their evening
to pout
For they were without the grass they love to touch, they love to touch
Ledges, ledges. Ledges, ledges
Glistening in the sun, rainbow betrothed to the sky. On mystic wings I have
soared past ledges
And in myself I bear witness, to an age of bygone fancy
Where burn-out stars hid their faces in shame. And planets turned their backs
and were unholy
And without reason and love
Ledges, ledges. Ledges, ledges