The Borderline

Silent waves crash against a dull grey beach, Where life, and death both feel just out reach And endless plain of plain white light, that only ceases during the moonless night Despite my efforts to end the dark, I can conjure up nothing, not even a spark The scent, lavender, and mildew Coloured dark black with a bright white hue Though defined they seem practically the same Living on the edge and the borderline are two whole different games