The edge...
We stand upon the edges
when they're slippery with ice -
the view below is beautiful
and the pulling thoughts are nice...
The fantasy and fixtures
embedded in our head -
are only bits of dreaming
when it's all done and said...
Now is just a moment
filled with bits of anything -
music - wine - love - sublime -
and time to cry - or sing...
We scream from the mountains -
fling our hearts in clouds -
making shapes the way we wish -
and yell our life out loud...
Life is but a pin prick -
short and sharp and small -
finished in that instant -
when from the edge we fall...
Joy Weare,
22nd November, 2009.
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