At The Brink - Ronald Peat

There was a time when I was young within
when passion's clouds led me beyond the sky
to find my secret love inside the eye.
Oh I was held by heart adrift on thin

and colder ice that rolled like paler skin
where I would skate across the pond to sigh
in breathless rush and fall. All this is why
I'd race the passing moments forced to win

the brass of valor, gleam that's pinned with flash,
and polished bright as stars. Those days were spun
with innocence and blind attempts to reach

the finish-line. A dream that never lasts!
But now I've found to stroll the beach in sun
is better for my bones with more to teach.