Out of the labyrinth

[Keith]

Laughter trails behind us,
beating faster to the breast,
cliff tops drop beneath us,
sea breeze glides to rest.

A warning not to touch,
or slip on heated streams,
warming just too much,
inside a clouded dream.

I drowned crystal cerulean,
whitewashed days away,
heavy on the oceans bight,
a fallen feathered stray.

Tar stains on my back
cannot blemish me,
wax runs red to legs,
the sun has set me free.

Hey Keith, if the laughter trails behind you, what is beating faster to the breast? Is it really the laughter? What about the heart?

Laughter trails behind us,
heart beats faster to the breast,

Maybe something to think about./Chris

Ah well now Chris what you must ask first is how did I escape the Labyrinth ? Thanks Keith

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I drowned crystal cerulean,
whitewashed days away,
heavy on the oceans bight,
a fallen feathered stray.

Tar stains on my back
cannot blemish me,
wax runs red to legs,
the sun has set me free.

I find it odd that the bolded words do not rhyme while the rest of the piece does. Was this intentional, or were you simply trying to avoid using a forced rhyme? I enjoyed reading this though, very nice.

Hi Blake thanks for commenting I'm not very structured in anything I do, I guess it was intentional as I looked at it and thought it still sounded ok I did try to bounce Red off leg and Cry off cer so I did make some attempt just not on the end rhymes. thanks keith