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Into Open Sky

27 February, 2013

A poetry duet by Hasty and me. Thank you for believing in me, keeping me afloat and flying.

 

I see the edge far too clear

The distance calls my name

And the air darkens and falls

As the moonlight floods my despair

 

Behind me, around me I hear your voice

Within me, beneath me I sense your warmth

You call to me out to me, reach out to me

Hoping to bring me back from the abyss

 

I feel your hands as our fingers clasp

I see the bottom as I cling in mid-air

I can’t look away from the view beyond

The voices keep calling, singing my song

 

I step forward, feet feeling their way

The horizon glows darkly distant

Your hand clasps tighter, warmer

I sense your heart saying “always”

 

I can feel your blood pumping

As you hold ever tighter

My heart beats way too fast to hear

But your grasp is filled with intent

 

I relax into the security of you

As we float in unknown directions

Forward to the horizon or back to stability

We will reach the destination together

 

For a moment everything is clear

There is nothing left for us here

You and I stand tall, void of fear

And together we jump into the sky

 

 

4 Comments
  1. Always….muah!

  2. Beautiful, both of you. Its amazing how much courage we have in our writings compared to our day to day existence.

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