November

Waltzing,

On the edge of midnight 

Under a razor moon

A silver trail of tears,

Slicing through 

My aching heart

Swaying, 

On the edge of tomorrow

Under a razor moon

Toe-to-toe--hardly breathing, 

Rocking to the pace of

Your beating heart 

Sobbing,

On the edge of a high tide 

Under a razor moon

Salty sea comes crashing in,

Searing the wounds of

Two heavy hearts

Eroding, 

On the edge of a new dawn

Under the blazing sun

The tincture of Time erasing,

The bitter sting of

A heart's deepest scars

Except for this--

The single splinter from

Two salt soaked hearts,

Once torn apart

Under the edge of a razor moon