The Edge Of Dreaming.....

On the edge of dreaming
When the brain lets go
When it stops its scheming
And the blood runs slow

Then the heart speaks clearly
Of the things it knows
Things it bought so dearly
At the evening's close

Will the wine keep flowing
When the kissing stops?
Will the love keep growing
When the blossom drops?

In the clear light's dawning
On the edge of day
Dare we tell the morning
What the heart can't say?

Sherry