The Edge of Time
The stream of life is like flowing waters
constantly moving, passing through
flooded with happiness and sadness
the essence of living to the edge of time
showering kisses always amid
like the rain drops flowing in bliss
the rivers ripple, curling fast
dew drops in the springs of love
bridges over the troubled waters
deep blue seas bonds us together
lighting bolts through heavenly skies
a spiritual connection calms the tides
the clouds are thick and at times thin
roaring sounds of thunder, strong blowing winds
and suddenly another storm comes in
the wells no longer dry, lakes rising high
oceans floors baring the marks of life.......above
generations dwell the minds and souls
the stream of life constantly moving on it's journey
like the stream of water down river banks
life flows to the edge of time.
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2018
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