The Edge of Nowhere

Sat high upon the edge of nowhere waiting for the long song of angels

Swirling blinding white light radiant and warm exhausts me

Speckles of tiny stars fire -dance within the velvet silence that overwhelms me

Flashing images of all that I have ever known

The air is heavy with the fragrance of Lilies of the Valley

There is no distance yet all things seem to end and begin here

Sepia curling snapshots of who we used to be

 The bright colours of my life are fading

Everything is in the faraway

As faint echoes of long-ago memories crowd in on me

I weep, comfortable warm tears as sleep leads me to dream ever