Edges of Years

Turpentine spinning on gossamer wings,

Proclaiming the songs to the stars.

Evidence yet to be physically seen

And memories that scratch at the scars.

Dreaming yet of still tomorrow

Amid the endless night.

Waiting until the breath of sorrow

Shows us that there will be light.

Ever onward till the end

Over land and sea

All the souls, unquenchable, send

The letters from all but me.

I dream and drift over hills and sky

Gazing at terrain.

I laugh and shift yet somehow cry

Within the cleansing rain.

Days will dawn and days will cease

As time concludes in time.

It collides in ecstasy only to ease

Our lives into sublime.

The masochistic ruling out

Of feeling for more feeling

Begins to tear and shrink and shout

In tormented, tortured reeling.

We will sit and wait in days

Wondering where we’ve gone.

Whether we will grant parlays

Or disappear in song.