Standing on a Precipice
I stand without standing on a precipice
My dreams have expanded beyond my grasp
And fly in the starlit sky before me
Like streams of gas dancing in ribbons
Throughout the deep, firefly void of space
Yet close enough to feel the wind stirred
From the powerful, far reaching movements
It is my very breath lost in the sky
And I stand on the edge of reality
There is no gravity in this world now
I am merely standing still between
The twinkling stars of the universe
And the endless sheet of blank plains
Above and all encompassing around me
My dreams dance, they dance, they dance
Like furious cables of wind tossing and
Dissipating their ethereal colors in
Pathways of formless inspiration
I stand on the edge of it all
My lungs burn for precious air
The cold stings every corner
I have no fire now
I have no spark
There is no warmth
My fuel is gone
I stand on the edge of two paths
I may crawl deep into the ground
To be embraced away in warmth
Or fall into the sky to burn
In trails of my escaped dreams
Two very different actions but
In the end what’s the difference.
