Marriage

Holding on with a tenuous clasp,
Of faltering fingers and mighty resolve,
By failing strength and potent will,
Wanting very much to rest for a minute
She held on.
Lest He falls, into the abyss dark,
Where the end beings,
With clawing fingers and greedy grasp
To doom them to eternal stillness.
Thus they lay, draped on the precipice
Suspended and entwined,
Interlaced with guilt and anguish
Like a grotesque sculpture
That no human hands could make.

“Let go” He entreats
“Let the sun rise for you tomorrow.”
She smiles in tender sorrow
“You are my Sun”

Their blood and together mingle,
Dripping into the chasm below;
Filling the sinister depths,
With a red ocean of love and fortitude.
Washing away the sins of time,
And the darkness of doubt
And then they fell,
It buoyed them both
Kept them gently afloat
On the tide called Life…