Over the Edge
Below the rainforests canopy
Over the edge there’s another world
a place where I want to be
down in the lush green forest
below the rainforests canopy.
There’s a glade there under the notion
under the cool foliage of trees
a dampness softness and coolness
whispers and a soft breeze.
A language that’s never been written
a feeling not yet explained
a sense of magical eloquence
a reverence never ordained.
In the forest’s cool cathedral
splinters of sunlight sway in delight
and dapple carpets of lost leaf’s
then dim in the approach of night.
Glow worms squirm and glitter
a hush falls over the edge of
the mysteries of imagination
the call of a lost mourning dove.
Teetering on the edge of existence
swaying lightly ready to fall
and then to slip over the edge
to the echo of my own call.
Where did you go to my beauty
are you now in the forest below
I thought I saw you when I was falling
this day seems such a long time ago.
Over the edge I dropped into
your world last night in a dream
and fell in love with the forest’s filaments
and now flow in the afterglow gleam.
©
David Rudder
28th September 2020
Thanks for reading.
