! The Fringe Poem by Linda Ori

The edge of reality,
The breath of a dream,
Not quite on the inside -
Removed from the scheme;

Unable to grasp it,
The image is blurred -
A beautiful song
That will never be heard;

Always from distance
The object adored,
All tangible feelings
Remain unexplored;

Forever in limbo,
A step out of place -
I gaze through a window
And picture your face;

Can't reach out and touch you,
Or be where you are -
Forever in spirit...........................
So near, yet so far.


2/25/2008