Falling For Beloved
Searching, climbing, striving alone,
So cold, so dark no color in sight
Trying to attain what is still out of reach
Looking for warmth some color sun light
I finally got back to that place on the hill,
So calm, so quiet yet still all alone
There as I stood I took in the moment,
I started looking at all the unknown
To the north only light fading to darkness
A place I had been and never again
To the east, to the west I was slightly impressed,
Not real, no thrill and a little bit plain
Now to the south there was quite a sight,
Sunny, clear, warm and inviting
Full of color and mystery for making of dreams,
I take the first step, it was so enticing
The ground gave away from under my feet,
My footing is starting to feel very weak
How can I fight this wanting of flight,
As I fall down from such a great height?
Now I am falling, I’ve been here before
How far will I go is there an end?
Will I land hard, will I land softly?
One never knows, but first must ascend
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