The Edge of Time

On the edge of time I sit,
Snow in the mind, white the front.
The sense of plain old is lost,
in the fading of yesterday's trace,
And insanity keeps within bounds.

Above the heart it is easier to think,
The gaze is balanced with joy.
You no longer play with fire,
For embers reign in the halls.
Enough the one candle keeping dreary
Gloom strictly within bounds.

20221203 YA

the beginning came to me yesterday, finished it this morn... #ya #poem #poetry #writing #words