Posted: Apr 11, 2008, 4:34 AM CST
Will I slide off the edge,
just tumble into darkness
if I watch the sun go down,
or is night there
with open arms
to catch me, set me
on my feet to dance with stars
to wrap myself in moonlit clouds,
a glamour seen as comet trails
below, as my barefeet
kick little clumps of heaven loose
to rain as meteors.
The sunset sun is red, it
mirrors blood, more human
than the eldritch glory of
eyescarring sunrise
and I want to shelter
from the knowledge
light demands I face,
embrace, and drown in.
Dawn frightens me
this morning.
The six tastes on my tongue
are all the story
I have written with my days
and I must read the whole
in just one fragment
spinning out of my control
while night's gentle hands
release me
to the vivid real of day.