Erosion

Kilt Rock- Isle of Skye, Scotland

The day became dark as the emotions
Swirled around me
Like the gusty winds that have scattered the petals
And leaves off trees
Were the flaming arrows being shot in the air?
Will they hit?
This day is fragile; with moments
You won't see again
That's just it
We get caught in the maelstrom
Raw from the wind
Eroding away
While beautiful moments lose their chance
As we begin
A path so swayed
Contemplate the measure by which
You choose to weigh your toil
And turn your eyes
Upon our heavenly Royal