One Shot at life

strained love,
no more communication,
nigh on a year,
been breaking the soul,
there’s no sign,
of the never ending heartache,
see how it hurts,
all up in the air.

flying high,
to get pass the viper,
wings cut,
by the angel standing by,
standoff,
father time has his moment,
leaving them all,
a state of despair.

hot wind,
blows from the mouth of fools,
one feels,
the time has arrived,
a world spins,
while the dream is put together,
a tower of gold,
heading straight for the sky.

all eyes,
reaching out for the ending,
circles squared,
as it falls to the ground,
is it far?
there’s blood on the sand,
as flight takes a fall,
yet we believe!

Whitesnakes do it better ..............with a slip of the tongue!