On The Edge Of Dreaming by Geoff Sanderson
On the edge of dreaming
When the brain lets go
When it stops its scheming
And the blood runs slow
Then the heart speaks clearly
Of the things it knows
Things it bought so dearly
At the evening's close
Will the wine keep flowing
When the kissing stops?
Will the love keep growing
When the blossom drops?
In the clear light's dawning
On the edge of day
Dare we tell the morning
What the heart can't say?
When the brain lets go
When it stops its scheming
And the blood runs slow
Then the heart speaks clearly
Of the things it knows
Things it bought so dearly
At the evening's close
Will the wine keep flowing
When the kissing stops?
Will the love keep growing
When the blossom drops?
In the clear light's dawning
On the edge of day
Dare we tell the morning
What the heart can't say?
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This is a poem about that time between waking and sleeping, when we stop controlling our thoughts, and often our inner selves start to speak to us! We have our worries about the future, things we often won't admit to ourselves. The particular thought expressed here is the worry that many young people have - will my love outlive physical passion as we grow older together. Having survived forty happily married years, I'm here to tell you that it can and does!
