The Edge of The Soul In a state of meditation, words flowed from the unknown. Surprising poems in Spanish and English, a chill would run down my spine. I dream over the wings of eagles. The wind is my companion. I soar up sunbeams. I kiss the clouds, and embrace the mist. I sleep in the cradle of the moon. The stars are my beacons, and I nestle with mystical flowers. Please join with the mystical words, and flow. Interpretation is open to each readers perspective, experience, and unique life. May you all find the life in the poems shared here for you.