On the Edge

It's that feeling you get on the edge of

nothing and tomorrow...

Its a dream walkers delight,

The truths heat flowing along the spine

We are here, I am here

And it's speeding up

Something one cannot hold

Yet be held by unanimously.

The space where dreams are real life and life walking is her replay

So much to say,

yet the language does not exist.

The trees being closer, their way of speech becoming louder and clearer.

Thoughts speech left behind as I write

Outdated ....

Listening opens the door

Lights language is leading the way.

~ FireBird

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