…for the edge of darkness

Addicted to falling
I am looking for the edge of darkness
where I tread the thin line between shadows and light
where the invisible weight of something
something that never was has me aching at the memory
there is a warmth that I can sense but cannot feel
and between each heartbeat
another piece of me is crumbling into the dark
into the endless ocean of lost and longed for things
the powerful forces of time and tide
the beginnings and the endings dissonantly eternal
their ebb and flow unknowingly controlled by the distant moon
now drifting like debris in the cold rivers of sorrow
I am slipping softly over that illusive edge
my heart slowly dissolving into the waiting darkness
© Ann Bagnall