On The Edges!
On the edges of somewhere,
In a time without clocks,
All sorts of echoes
Magic my heart!
They come without warning
And leave with no wave,
With a trail of a whisper,
And a sizzle of smile!
Sometimes in the morning,
While alone in the room,
I find myself floating
Away from the now!
I try hard to focus
And get into plan,
But the edges keep creeping
And sucking me in!
Joy Weare.
21st April, 2006.
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