At the Edge of a Clearing

Towards the edge of the clearing We lost our way Where have they all gone I’m sure they’re just creeping And I chased them all the way Now I don’t want get to close To edge of the clearing My cries they’ve gone unheard I know that they’ve left me But that couldn’t have been their plan To leave me here stark raving mad Wait theirs one At the edge of the clearing I run, scream and flailing my hands With a breath she gone I don’t understand I here their laughs and whispers Where does it come from Over the edge of clearing From which no one returns M. Lyn Church March 31, 2016