16 June 2012
Dedicated in support and praise of @stablish and others
The edge of night is at my door - Indigo and stars first-fledged Rich and deep, like dancing sleep... Both night and day, but blurry-edged
The moon amid its monthly change - Not full, nor new - no less ablaze! And seed to flower's nature's power: Not end result but path of days.
From A to B, the scenery Makes the travels - not end or start. First page or last - the times is passed Enjoying tales unfolding... That's the author's art.
Two people love, but love's defined Between them, where they touch and speak We seek to know another's mind The differences make us unique.
There's beauty in the inbetween, A viewpoint made for empathy And no-one's role is clearly seen Like nuanced sexuality.
And this a fragment of the man Who lives and breathes and makes to smile The edge of night's part of the plan We're proud to walk with you awhile.
The Edge Of Night • Opuss № I