abyss
the point at which
depth encounters falling
momentum, black holes are distinct
prospects
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abyss
the point at which
depth encounters falling
momentum, black holes are distinct
prospects
prospects
are vast for you
my young Lothario.
i shall withdraw and watch you rend
their hearts.
their hearts,
dry, cracked, seeping
rivulets of crimson...
why have we let them weep so long,
ignored?
ignored
by the princely
ones, the outcast smiles. her
face lit like a thousand candles,
happy
happy
in your presence
knowing i will learn you
loving more of your heart and mind
with time
with time
mountains will slump
streams will curl and divide
ice caps will melt and freeze again
ageless
ageless
crippled men rise
to dance free in the rain
as it washes away their pain
boundless
boundless
yet so afraid
to take a leap of faith
tentative baby steps now lead
upward
upward
we reach, aching,
time and again missing
our goals, deceiving ourselves that
there's more
there's more
to life than what
you may see, more to love
more to dream, to reach for the stars
to dance
to dance
or dare I dream?
footsteps glide as sea-waves
floating, immersing, emerging
dip me
The cold
does not only
belong to ice, which burns
intensely, like sunlight and smiles
crashing.
Oops, sorry, must have read the wrong cinquain.
Here's the correct one:-
Dip me,
for when I fall
I do not want to wait
that long moment for someone to
catch me.
catch me
in a spring breeze,
twirl and dance with joyous
abandon, swing me past the moon's
crescent
crescent
moon, earths' shadow,
whirling dervish dancing
incandescently heavenward
divine