Iris Blue


Beyond The Edge Of Sleep - Poem by Iris Blue

Whilst the low slung sun broods
and the mottled moon awaits
night’s curtain call,
I curl up on the edge of sleep
‘til restlessly I fall…

through eyes tight shut but open wide
I drift towards my vision’s void;
a seamless scape, an impalpable blue
until a vapour trail unzips my view

from zenith to horizon
an ephemeral mist now trails
the sky is open wide
and draws my dream led gaze

paralysed yet mesmerised
I watch and wait in awe
as phosphorescent strands of thought
and wisps of wonder now cavort
across this transient stage

colourful visions thrown from
invisible prisms
begin to reflect and refract
bending the light into
rainbows of reason,
where subliminal thinking impacts

there are no barriers
and no constraints
instead lies a vision of
unhurried escape;
to the north resides enigma,
to the east eternity,
to the south a billion echoes
of what will be will be,
but it’s westward I am heading
to grasp intangibility…

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013


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