I sat at the edge of the dark
Where fears were heading eyes up
And wildness was swilling its cup
Yet gathering despair to mark
Empires of sadness and tears.
I sat at the edge of their bark.
I sat at the marge of the dark
Where magic of night covers sky
With beautiful stars, charming spark
And music of angels grows high
While dancing with light through the fears.
I sat at their edge stopping tears.
The shadows embraced me with love
Through darkness the stars glow so bright.
I sat and their silvered dove –
Hope brought on my heart, faith and light.
© Simona Prilogan
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