The Edge

Fine line before the edge of everything

Safeguard to a darkness deep as death

It can hold your heart

And be your breath

Hold the moment still like time in black matter

Look towards yourself, look closely

Is your programme larger than life?

Is the music grand;

Is progression strong?

Is the promise of redemption still within the scope of something known?

Like the colour of my baby’s eyes

Zooming iris in my baby eyes

From blue to black like July skies

Everything behind baby’s eyes

Is what I love about my baby’s eyes

But most of all I love the way they love me

They love me.

Fragments on the edge of everything

There’s a bigger picture that we share

Common history;

Giant, ancient trees

That connect through webs of roots, wordlessly

What once was stardust

Is now a bee inside a flower

That can hold my heart

And steel my breath

Hold the moment, as I plunge into the deep, plunge into

The colour of my baby’s eyes

Zooming iris in my baby eyes

From blue to black like July skies

Everything behind baby’s eyes

Is what I love about my baby’s eyes

Beyond the years, beyond all that they

Told and said and sighed.