On the Edge

Ican feel it. it's at the tip of my fingers, slipping through my hands. why is this event so near? the light at the end of the tunnel is bright im so close to vibrance,I can feelthe heat hold me close dear friend of fear friend of Love- friend of secrets find me? will you guide me? im afraid-but i'mready I feel it All slipping through my fingers Remember me fondly in Winter, finally warm in your hand.