Cliff edges make great starting points
My youth gathered on ones higher and higher
Landing is always the problem not the flight
Winds could hold up any dreamer with closed eyes
It’s the brain that tells you the ground is approaching
Your heart doesn’t leave the sky and the birds
Thrill and dreams are twins from the same mother
We tend to pay more attention to the wrong one
Wings of steel have become clipped and feathered
For too long my cliff has waited for my return
Too long I felt the winds tug at my heartstrings
I remember the song, I remember the landing
The flight is long gone, not pictures left
The edge is calling, the birds call to join them
With a sense of thrill and terror, I leap
My eyes clinched shut and head turned skyward
Feeling of freedom return to an older soul
Smells of forests swirl amongst strong winds
My mind tells me landing is always the problem
My heart says enjoy the flight
If it was just easier toget up now
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Wonderful poem! Remind me of taking a “leap of faith.”
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I’m running to that edge as we shown speak….
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I figured you were! LOL!
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The heights never bothered me and much as the landing. I have fallen hard before but always get up.
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I understand what you mean! LOL!
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