Razor's Edge

 

Once, long ago, I stood
balanced on the razor's edge
of sanity.

Life wasn't real to me.
It was just a fantasy
before you came to me.

Those memories all faded
as time flew away,
and tomorrow was revealed
as seen through a blinding haze.
All my days and years
were a moonstruck fantasy,
the pain of pointless fears,
the toll of all my tears.

I want to see, again,
the beauty of your smile,
but night encloses everything,
every moment, every dream,
and every lasting spark
of my mortality.

I want to see, again,
lost visions of my youth,
to feel the touch of your caress,
your fair hair upon my chest,
the closeness of your breast,
source of such sweet madness
until you left.

Now, once again, I stand

balanced on the razor's edge
of sanity.

Life isn't real to me.
It's just a fantasy.