The Edge
by Frank Watson
walking between the planes
in a dialect of hidden existence
we rise with the morning sun

to leave behind the inspiration
of moon-crazed nights
that dance in the muddy lanes of desire

and we are free in the warmth of love
to share a kiss at the edge
where all the colors of light reflect in mist

All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2014