The Edge Poem by Kristeta von Popper

The Edge

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The Edge January 13,2009

He came to the edge of me
Looking upon the shallow
Saw his own reflection
He smiled and
Stayed for
Awhile

Delighted by what he saw
He stirred my surface
With his hand and
Was pleased to
Hear my
Melody

He chose to stay a bit longer
Thinking that I was he
In his careless way
He felt the embrace
And decided
To linger

I held him now floating in
My rapturous whispers
Warm liquid body
Easily he forgot
He was inside
Of me

Forgetting where he was he
Chased a different dream
Thrilling in his self
He fell a little
Deeper
Still

Did he not see the depth
Of me as he plunged
Into the cold dark
Place where
The light
Is not

Not knowing that the abyss
Had revealed herself
To him so that
He would wake
Again to see
Me


I stirred myself now waking
From a long lost dream
And the movement
Frightens him
He thought
I was lost

From out of the deep comes
A horrendous scream
Of deception
And defeat
Erase this
Enemy

The void has opened now
And he will most surely
Fall without a
Clue of whom
I was and
Am

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