To The Edge of the Line

I've held myself together

All day long

My mind wanders

To places it shouldn't go

Filled with what ifs

And had I only known

Well they don't much matter

Anymore these days

Old bones left to rattle

Dark spirits when the wind blows

But the souls have long gone

Leaving empty spaces

Like memories

That slip through your hands

Like so many grains of sand

Just like the sky

Full of stars

Falling across the heavens

Calling out

Waiting for the children

To come home

Some days are just too hard

And the nights

Full of images

Like a ghostly play

That keeps calling to you

Then vanishes

Like a ghost in the fog

Always out of reach

Beckons to you each night

Deeper into the darkness

To the edge of the line

I've stood at that edge

So many times...

Yet something keeps me here

I feel a hand on my shoulder

When I dare myself

To take that one last step

But tonight once more

I resisted the fog

Turned my back on the ghost

And retreated to the safety zone

But there's always tomorrow....

© NINTH WAVE PROJECTS ~ 3/17/11