At the Edge

AT THE EDGE Red velvet I step into the abyss If I choose I see crystal clear at the edge Ancient cries of turmoil Grips of control, men being boys Boys being men On the other side of the edge White eagles fly to the right or in circles Owls hoot as they please Silver stars beckon endlessly A Prince leans from a window frame Overlooking Sea ruled by Poseidon of wondrous waves and spuming whales searching for Circe with a Venus lock Crossed legs in black socks Eyes twinkling enticement fear barely perceived At the edge of the world Suns are rounded rainbows Cries of hunger rise and die Selfish give in crumbs with eyes longing to arrive here too, while Buddhists drink tea in golden cups Here you fall so deep and Speak to Zeus, if he wants to reply Transplant minds and let thoughts fly into blank cells Broaden eternity, if you wish Jump back into black or forward to seek the flint carrying you round about At the edge it is dangerously Exciting in the moment Nothing else In the moment at the Edge ©GhairoDanielsPoetryandSong1998 WATCH ON YOUTUBE @ghairodanielspresence Under Title : Red Carpet : AT THE EDGE { Note : This poem was written whilst I was working in Parliament. The first words, Red velvet, was a image coming from the red carpet rolled out, outside my office, on the way to the National Assembly, where a President of another country was due to walk on, into the National Assembly for speech-giving. The image of a Prince comes from a Minister of State, who I was due to have a meeting with, after lunch. He was leaning from his office window towards the National Assembly building. As I looked up into his face, all I saw was a Great Sea with spuming whales. In the next few minutes I was opposite him looking at his crossed legs in black socks talking about why a piece of legislation was important. Strange. )