The Edge Poem by Star Dust

Lying on the edge,
You stare down at the lights,
At the cities that never sleep,
And swing your feet up in the air,
You trace the trails,
With your stubby crayon,
And color in a star,
You follow the shadows and silhouettes,
Of the lonely lost souls,
In the deserts of eternally,
Water drops,
And you pause time,
To forever hold the image in mind,
Color is lost when motion is returned,
To the abandoned corners of land,
Two hands curl up,
In a forgotten heart,
Teeming with humanity,
On a quote once said,
Long ago,
To a shared kingdom,
In loving memory,
Written down,
On solid ground,
Above, far off,
On the edge of a world.