Edges of existence

In between days
months and years passing
in the blink of an eye
lost in the gazing
of an artists sky.
Hollow pockets keep secrets
move along in the current
as tides take me far and wide
yet something always pulls
the mind adrift in bliss
floating on the edges of existence.
Where do we go
as we gather dreams like wildflowers
plucking the beauty of color
and pressing between pages
the pristine blossom
that is life,
and do we forget then
as it moves from hand to hand
found in another place and time
by a stranger never met
as we look deeply into the eyes,
feeling the grief held
within the deepest pools
do we but connect for just one second,
moments that course through the everyday
and we watch knowing
a kindred soul has swept in
like rippled skies for our eyes to feast
on the gentleness
and we feel the pleasure in the silence
between words not needed
like a lyric penned
and sung in hymn to the universe
that connected us with the gift
of that place
on the edge
of sweetness.

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