Dancing with my words I sit on the edge of darkness
This typewriter my biographer quiet and without bias
Formulating a journey that begins with a thought, led by an action, embraced by the power of love
Romanticized by yesteryear; blinded by progress
In a world of now, we often forget to blink and see beyond
On the edge of darkness I wait for the light that will shine on
Its glow reminds us of all that is good; a true faith in humanity
With this heart I carry a legacy
Never a day without the spirit of their wisdom guiding me
Images of my youth serve as a slide show of guidance for my future
On the edge of darkness, I see the world from up above
A bird on a wire
A glorious world filled with magic born from the womb of a mother and nurtured in the hands of love
A breath of compassion flirting with us as leaves of autumn fall and coat the ground with a rainbow of color
On the edge of darkness I see light
Its a hard pill to swallow when you read someone elses words but its an experiance in your own life!! Very good poem.
Thank you for the comment. I can very. Much relate to your thoughts in this statement.