at the edge

down at the edge
where sometimes i slip in
when i yearn for just a taste
of that solitary wine

just past the glimmer
at that little place i know
where no one ever gives a damn
if the moon has lost its shine

down at the edge
where all my hopes are stored
bunddled up in sacks of thoughts
and tied with dreamers twine

i only make my way down there
on dreamy blue moon nights
when everything seems surreal
off the wall but still sublimely fine

2010