The edge of reality,
The breath of a dream,
Not quite on the inside –
Removed from the scheme;
Unable to grasp it,
The image is blurred –
A beautiful song
That will never be heard;
Always from distance
The object adored,
All tangible feelings
Remain unexplored;
Forever in limbo,
A step out of place –
I gaze through a window
And picture your face,
Can’t reach out and touch you,
Or be where you are –
Forever in spirit……….
So near, yet so far.
EXISTING ON THE FRINGE
