Edge of a Dream

It was all so fleeting
a momentary flicker
inside a tired mind

the softness of my pillow
was soon forgotten then
as I followed your music into
the Will O’ the Wisp mist.

Hope hides in the cloak
of darkness
but you,
you bring a lovers kiss
to lips that too, have
tasted salt.

My soul swirls
in the movement
of your hypnotic dance.

I want you to stay
but you remain an
elusive wind-kissed-mist
there, on the edge of a dream.


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