Richard Schnap- A Poem

AT THE EDGE OF A DREAM

I hear the wind cry
And I ask it
For what does it mourn

And it answers
With the broken voices
Of a sad chorus

The howl of a man
Hiding in a cave
Lost in his own shadow

The wail of a mother
Whose child is a bird
With amputated wings

The sigh of an artist
Whose every work
Is a mirror of herself

And the whisper of a poet
Caught in the web
Of a dead spider