On the Edge of Tomorrow

ON THE EDGE OF TOMORROW

By Al Garcia

I have stood on the edge of tomorrow, and I have seen the emptiness left behind by those who walked beyond the brink to embrace the gust of wind that swept away the dream of them.  I have heard the hollow sound of loneliness and silence that the shadows of my past have left behind.  And I have felt the unrelenting anguish to body, mind and soul, when reality collides with unlived and unrealized dreams that have melted into the crevices of time.

To imagine the inconceivable.  To attempt to comprehend the unthinkable.  To struggle to feel the untouchable or unattainable, is to stand on the edge of tomorrow and be unable to see beyond the moment, now forever frozen in time, and in scarred and wounded minds and hearts that hear nothing but the echo of the silence that betrays the languishing hope of humanity. 

And we are left behind, teetering and wavering, as the winds of time embrace the awakening world on the edge of tomorrow.