Edge of a Cliff


بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

He looked beyond the edge of a cliff,
In the face of a wind, blowing strong and stiff.
He looked at the stars, myriad diamonds above.
And spoke from a heart, broken words of love.

“Were it so true to proclaim, perhaps I loved you.
My soul intimate, such feelings did ensue.
I have wondered have you ever loved as I did.
I have pondered have you ever seen as I did.

The tides of Reality ever move us about arace.
We are pulled and pushed, eager to reluctant embrace.
Then torn from grasps to whirl in eddies, currents of strife.
Dolphins dance and rainbow fishes perform their ballet of life.

All that I had are words, more mere words so cold.
But these words are all shards of a shattered soul.
Every shard a cosmos larger than a universe of love.
Every cut of hope that rose and then dove.

Into an ocean of nothingness, emptiness.
Into a desert of solitude, aloneness, bleakness.
Past a rain of forgotten tears, prideful fears.
Of an opened heart, rent, torn, accumulated scars.

There are no more words, no more songs.
There is no searching for rights and wrongs.
At the edge of a cliff he looked, and remembered.
And then he jumped, to soar to nothingness unencumbered.



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