past time for waiting

[fledgist]

 here at the edge we find some time for sleep

our thoughts are running fast and reach a place

where creeks and rivers are shallow not deep

 

your heart must beat a rate we cannot keep

unless the fire of life can set the pace

here at the edge we find some time for sleep

 

those who deem what is proper simply cheap

refuse to grant our hopes a second's grace

where creeks and rivers are shallow not deep

 

the great mistake is counting us as sheep

saying so loudly to our very face

here at the edge we find some time for sleep

 

since there's no need to waken those who creep

from tree to tree seeking each tiny trace

where creeks and rivers are shallow not deep

 

now you will find out just who gets to reap

and what the crop how golden or how base

here at the edge we find some time for sleep

where creeks and rivers are shallow not deep