On the Edge

We were poets
Spinners of dreams
Singers of songs
And dancers on the edge
Of all things

I thought we’d be together
Until all clocks
Ceased their ticking
But life
Had its games to play

Now memories of you
Are only faint shadows
Dancing at the fringe
Of my mind

Our words of great wisdom
That we long pondered over
Are blown away
Like soft thistle down
On the breath
Of the new morning wind

Only a few grains are left
Of the hour glass sands
Only a few tears are left
In the eyes of the damned

And as the mists fade away
Like the hours of my life
I wonder how it will all end

We were poets together
Spinners of dreams
Singers of songs
And dancers on the edge
Of all things

I thought we’d be together
Until all clocks
Ceased their ticking
But life
Had its games to play