On the Edge

Space is all around me
I stand on the edge

The black chart,
The gleaming stars

My mind is still
Others’ thoughts no longer intrude

Eternal, peaceful
I have found my way home

Back to the beginnings of time
Back to what should have been

I launch myself from the edge
And fly to what will be

© Ceol

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2 Responses to “On the Edge”

  • marietta Says:
    October 11th, 2009 at 2:17 am

    and fly what will be……..a delicate mind that needs no disturbance…….thank you for all your poems

  • Coastpoet Says:
    November 17th, 2009 at 11:09 am

    ‘On the Edge’ is special to my heart…I think of where I have often been and to where I have wanted to be but have never gone…I read your poem and know I can “launch myself from the edge and fly to what will be”…this is a beatifullly expressive poem.

    Your friend…

    Coastpoet

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