By Greystroke Date: 9 December 1997
Cutting edge of our desire
Crafting bridges with our thoughts
Holding close the burning fire seeking,
probing, things we sought
Dark yawning abyss on either side
Bright intensity, white hot light
Tread the path and meet the tide
Blind ragged edge in the night
Times tick echos not
Suspended in the lands we find
Lifes razor edge we sought
Etched, boldly in our minds