About the Poem
This is a poem about that time between waking and sleeping, when we stop controlling our thoughts, and often our inner selves start to speak to us! We have our worries about the future, things we often won't admit to ourselves. The particular thought expressed here is the worry that many young people have - will my love outlive physical passion as we grow older together. Having survived forty happily married years, I'm here to tell you that it can and does!
On The Edge Of Dreaming |
| by Geoff Sanderson |
| On the edge of dreaming When the brain lets go When it stops its scheming And the blood runs slow Then the heart speaks clearly Of the things it knows Things it bought so dearly At the evening's close Will the wine keep flowing When the kissing stops? Will the love keep growing When the blossom drops? In the clear light's dawning On the edge of day Dare we tell the morning What the heart can't say? |
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