This side of the fence

On this side of the fence,
Imprisoning a hope.
Fighting a war, together.

Running, freezing time.

The sun wants to sleep,
The last of the ray.
Skate on the silver skin.

The other side wails,
Bewildering the thread of time.
Tempts to break off the running.

Shouts back and swirls,
Gleefully placate the wails.

Ceasing, time melts away.

Kohl lined eyes

an outward grasp,
Coming backward
to the roots.
Dry tears smudging
the kohl lined eyes.
Silently comes
The moist air
of uncertainty.
The nectar drops.
Onto the earth
To nurture,
A seed of hope.