The Edge Poem by Laa Finita

Bs. As.,22/4/09


I tiptoe on the very Edge, and pray,
swinging sweetly over the Deep:
“..for gone glories, I still weep,
let me choose easier paths for my way..”


My blind heart, still burns.
But only the Morning stares at me,
with all her lights,
when I awake.

God:
Why doesn`t the Shinning World,
or the changing Sea,
talk to me? Just once.
And I will be returned.


But facing Silence,
it is the very Edge,
and the very Edge only,
who loves me back.



La Finita