The Edge of Time


There beyond lies the edge of time
Chronicles of eons solidified
Echoes of voices captured at last
Waiting for One to decipher the mass.


Or perhaps its the future

Reflecting sound
Weaving through fabric
So tightly bound.


Each bundle consisting
And previously prepared
Lines representing
Worlds to be shared.


Here in this place lies the passage of time.
Like grains of sand sifted ; redefined.
A mystery reveled yet still unknown
In the shadow of ages carved in stone.


Beyond dare we seek
Past the edge of time?
A glorious beginning
In exploring the mind.
Linda S. Burger