Sunday, February 25, 2007
the cliff edge
The cliff edge was sheer,
Above the valley’s deep recess.
I still went further; near,
But that strange gust of windiness
Pushed me back; fear
I thought I noticed a sparkle
In the valley steep,
Was it water, or was it a pearl?
It was infact… a girl.
I noticed her faraway smile
She seemed, free of guile; oh dear
No, I had a life wish
I paused
Stepped back
Closed my eyes
And leapt…
But I hit a wall!!!
Square in my face
A wall painted
With valleys, depths and space
I felt it
With my fingers
The valley still looked deep
Then as if to digress
That strange gust once again
Gave me a caress!
Could that be for real?
Smiled the girl
Even now!
Sparkled her eyes still
But how?
With tentative fingers
I felt her cheeks
The softness lingered
Like fur cutting rock in streaks.