Songs of Sobriety: The Edge of Things

by C. Steven Blue

 


 

The Edge of Things

Here I sit . . .
On the edge of things
Afraid to walk near the Sun
Thrown by the great hand of Destiny
Yearning for dreams yet begun

Out from the sky
Comes the blue light of Love
Shining like all that could be
Strikes me awake
For the first time in ages
Reminds me of what I can see

Reminds me I sing
For the ones still in cages
Convey bits and pieces
That come out in stages

And play to an audience
Fraught with despair
To shine some hope down
Through the darkness they share

I’m sitting here . . . perched
On the edge of things
You wait for me to recite
Born from the image
Of feelings I’ve known
Or gathered from dreams in the night

You gaze in my eyes
With the sadness of tears
For the Lovers of Love
Who still fall . . .
While I sing you the tales
Of the true ones in time
Who . . . knowing their fate
Still risk all

Reminds me I sing
For the ones still in cages
Convey bits and pieces
That come out in stages

And play to an audience
Fraught with despair
To shine some hope down
Through the darkness they share
Here I sit . . .
On the edge of things
Daring to walk near the Sun
Thrown by the great hand of Destiny
Loving the dreams I’ve begun
Yes . . . loving the dreams I’ve begun

 

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