© 2016— Null Device

The Rim’s Edge

(oehler/goedken)

The still of silence breathes
The quiet of this night lives
Moving on through the air
The rush
Holding up the clouds
And I wonder where this will go
And I wonder if I should sleep
If not here, if not there
This touch
Fading in the warm air

Looking over the rim’s edge
Everything falls from the map
Disappear into the hills
Sink into the dark valleys
No ending here with me
I cross I twist I fold
Color all my stripes black
Change all my spots back
AgainThe still of this life shakes
Exquisite thriving heartaches
Moving fast like the air
The wind
Pressing on my dreams
And I wonder where this will end
And I wonder if I should land
If not here, if not there
The view
Echoes in the warm air

Hanging over the rim’s edge
Everything fades from view
Disappear like sudden winds
That carve into the high mountains
No falling anymore
I spill I twist I mold
Spin all my colors black
Change all my faces back
Again

The silent cold release
Thrives in quiet heartache
Moving on like the push
The air
Holding up the clouds
And I wonder where this will go
And I wonder if I should sleep
If not here, if not there
This touch
Fades like whispers