The Edge of Tomorrow

Ripples and shimmers assault the senses as one sits in wonder. In a silently held breath I watch an ending and a beginning. My mind still echoes the chaos of the day while around me silence engulfs all. Chaos and calm, the two sides to each day. Like an artist before his canvas I look on my fingers tracing his path capturing this moment in time.
My eyes sky bound as the air which gives life brushes against me reminding me of purpose. Like the hairs on the artist's brush my body bristles to life, lungs draw deeply as the final rays touch my skin.
Like the flowing of my life's blood my fingers trace the calm of the sea following its motion, my heart in tune. With each lap and ripple I feel my body shimmer into non existence, mingling with the life that flows all around me. Fire and ice as body meets sea, chaos recedes to balance and calm. Anxiety and fear, loss and heartache greet on the edges of the day in hope and dismay. The edge of tomorrow is balancing so elegantly on that final ray. Breath and blood unite as one beneath this setting sun. The senses abused and neglected in the throes of the day align once more be it in silent pain. It is in this moment so precious and so pure that life is at its most vital and we so needing. Close your eyes, breathe in deeply and wait. The silence is like thunder the touch like silk. How can something so untouchable assault us so beautifully?

The Edge of Tomorrow

Dipping beneath the flow of life cool and calming around me I dissolve into the shimmers of blue, orange, red, gold and grey my heart and soul flowing to that far horizon waiting at the rays edge. No longer separate from the world around me. No longer one fighting through the trials and ordeals of life. For the briefest moment I am simply life in tune with majesty and elegance of life itself. A feeling relished when felt and mourned when lost. Breath held I once more break free of the waters of life and greet with upturned face the warmth and touch of the life beyond.
In silence with those souls held in this same silent moment we wait watching as life's rays dip finally lost and once more we exist on the edge of the day waiting. Waiting as does the artist for that spark to renew the moment once more.