Edges by Adam Parry

 

My edges are always just a step away 

from her edges locked in card boxes I cannot open.

(I was told once to teach, to heal,

that the morning comes again, a divine spark

on the ledge of day dawn waits).

But. I only follow my own edges that I walk, one day, I will,

walk on to a further edge, that other edge of you.

Our edges turn a corner we haven’t walked down before, a country road

I’ve only walked along so far and returned along alone

Then when I hear the song etched in your edges, swift in the tree,

I turn around to follow the song where our edges seal together

and I sing too like the love song of a bird .