BEYOND THE EDGE,



'Sleep'  by  Trish

 In my dream world, trees dance, rocks move

Shadows shaft sillouettes of shapes

While  the warm earth holds close the last rays of day.

then slips into the night

 

 In my, stillness at dusk,
A pale moon spills its light over

The shadow of things.

A quiet breath, a deep sigh

And the silent press of time,

Closes my dream world eyes.

Further, further down I go 

Stop! at the waters edge

Come now, delight with me

In the world of my daring dreams

Filled with golden streams that, drift and shimmer
Beyond the waters edge, and carry me in my bed.


ODDS AND ENDS
I note, she wears a gardenia at her waist
A gold chain on her wrist
And the hot, cold rage on my tongue,
Lets me fall into nowhere.

"Dear daughter, dance for me! sing for me!

Do it for me! all for me!" she says.

She's tangled in my hair,

Clutching at me with a thousand hands

Catching me to her with a thousand arms and needs.

Now I begin, to talk to myself, hug myself,
Perform, my existance.
Now,  I've become a shadow,
One's hand could pass through sharp and clean
 A slant of light, that slides, across, an empty,
 silver-gray, murky screen.