Awating Cliffs

February 13, 2009

Standing on the edge of a cliff,
With apprehension a mountain high
Looking beyond the warmest sunset
That shadows the etchings in my heart
Waves crash down along jagged rocks below
Beckoning the soul to dance in between
The grooves of never and yet evermore
Plague my soul to take form and leap

Falling into clouds of awating arms while

Counting the minutes turn into seconds turn into hours
Gaze back at life, as impact awaits
Wonder whether it was all worth the wait


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