I step from the edge
Maybe it left me behind
Impulses were heartbeats
Chances flapped like wings
Ashes of Icarus, my memories
Bruises, postcards from edge
Fathers chargin, wore as crown
Now the soul tires at the view
Thoughts make fences before me
Fear, my perfect stranger sits beside
His sister worry reaches for me
Her warm hug masks cold touch
My younger shadow warns me
My hearing has diminished somehow
Maybe I never had it at all
My eyes still long for a view
My heart wishes for random beat
The edge still calls out to me
It takes even longer to go back
The flights of fancy just mental
Deep inside, my old friend knows
We are not what we used to be
To each other, at least.
Coloring Outside the Lines 