Along the edges of visible light
I walk the path of oblivion
balancing on the edge of existence
the wind flows the ink together
and on sheets of blank water
I draw the images of my long journey.
A desire that I only now understand
appears to be a regained life
and then I see how slowly
the red hues of the sun merge with
an immense cooled sea at the horizon
it’s the place where light merges with darkness
and finally will radiate again
and where shadows rise a new.
© Marialenn 9-07-2013
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
Along the edges of visible light
I walk the path of oblivion
balancing on the edge of existence
the wind flows the ink together
and on sheets of blank water
I draw the images of my long journey.
A desire that I only now understand
appears to be a regained life
and then I see how slowly
the red hues of the sun merge with
an immense cooled sea at the horizon
it’s the place where light merges with darkness
and finally will radiate again
and where shadows rise a new.
© Marialenn 9-07-2013
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