Edge of Day

Memories painted in my mind

Tapestries spun from emotion

Hanging as if to dry

A long and windy road trod barefoot

As if in requiem to another yesterday

The wind howls a deep sigh

Inside my head the pictures float

A technicolor movie of my life

Endlessly showing to a crowd of one

Somewhere, the Sea crashes over the rocks

That sit at the core of my being

Will a B movie actor suffice?

My road is forked

My path lies which way?

Eternal sunshine

Or, I simply fall away

I am a dreamer dreaming

I am an observer observing

A growing point in time

Treading a weary line

The footprints in the sand lead nowhere

Except around and around

Edging inwards away

The mountains in the distance

Beckon me on to I know not where

On the very edge of day

My path lies before me

I take it one step at a time

Not knowing where it leads

And looking for a sign

I am a dreamer dreaming

A believer still believing

That I will find her in time

Reflected in morbid rhyme.

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