Edge of Yesterday

edge of yesterday

work of hell in a day’s events
stops life flowing,
as heaven vents

without knowing
the spiral to darkness,
life keeps flowing

without thinking
the darkness rots
a life, forever sinking

in a hole so deep
with an edge too far,
is shame to keep

faces from far
search for the man
that sees no star

a loving passion, lost in hell
taken by a leach,
leaves nothing to tell

a leach so strong
a hate so cold,
all signs are gone

movement watched,
a Lover’s hand, extended
and clutched

it offers the cup
from which Life flows,
one sip to sup

and walk away
from the edge
of yesterday

j.h.
nov. 2007