I included the video from Work Play with the guys.
On the Fringe
It all happens on the Edge (Refrain)
Out of sight, out of view
Take a step off the ledge
It’s happening now, on the Fringe of You
Quit waiting on the When to start
As if it ever comes
Your song is playing in the dark
You are the one who hummmms
My I is not Me
At least, It’s not quite all
Longing’s discontent tells the story
Forever onward, I follow the call
My eyes strain to see
Through the warped and darkened glass
All I do and all I’ve done
None will finally last
I am the secret seed growing silent
Never seen and never known
My form may change as time allows
And I can see it as my own
In the space where I was not
Is where I come to Be
The yearnings of my Soul
Give me birth and they create me
Do check this (and the album it’s from:
It was very interesting watching you working this out as you went along with your class on Wednesday. That’s quite a process you have there, you know. “My form may change as time allows And I can see it as my own…” but OML what a trial it is to get there!!!
It is interesting. As soon as I conceptualize what I think I’m thinking I look at it and say . . . Nope that’s not quiet it. I’m interested to look at the recording from last night and see if it is any closer.
Me, too!
Love that last stanza 🙂
It has been a struggle to find words for this. I still feel I’ve missed it. But the “thing” I am trying to talk about has no words it can fit in. I am so glad you stopped by.
Perhaps it’s a work in progress, akin to Calen’s Seeker 🙂
Its just life. There are no words for the most important stuff I think. But its fun trying. Thank you
It’s that itch that can’t be scratched but you gotta keep on trying!
Yes mam 🙂