Sky In Morning Golden

on the edge of in between
precariously balanced
asleep, awake, while in a dream
what was and will be challenged

by what now manifests,
what's coming into being,
time's not moving as it rests
it seems before then fleeing

into the centre at the start
of the universe unfolding
with every beat of every heart
consciousness keeps molding

everything that we can sense
physically stimulating,
mind massaged no longer tense,
in now there is no waiting

with every beat of every heart
the universe unfolding
on the edge we're at the start
like sky in morning golden