On The Edge

I’m looking for my friends.

Have you seen them

On the edge of a land

Called Freedom?

I’m sure they’re waiting …

Nonetheless,

I’ll go on skating

At the edge of a land

Called Eden.

It may be frozen

But I was chosen

To guide my sheep

Through the season.

There’s no reason

To lose any sleep

On the edge of a golden

Ocean

Or on words

That were never

Spoken.

But …

It’s pretty cold and,

At the moment,

I’m caught up in emotion,

Thinking about

Finding home,

Victorious yet

Alone.