He’s falling for me
Falling farther than me
Planting himself at the bottom
Thinking I’m going to join him

I’m looking over a cliff
A cliff overlooking his meadow
A meadow for me
For him
For us

A dark sky rests ahead
A layer between us
while I’m resting on the cliff
and while he’s planted down below

He’s in love with me
In love with me
Making plans for our future
Thinking I’ll be his future

The storm hasn’t arrived
The time is inevitable
I’m closer to the edge
And soon I will fall

I don’t want to fall
Into the meadow
I want to stay put
And back away from the cliff

The height is our barrier
My barrier
To say the least
Though it’s invisible

Above me rests a plan
A plan far above me
I can almost reach it
If I back away from the cliff

No barrier exists
In his eyes
In his eyes
My heart cannot be shown

We’re miles a part
My words pull us in
Pull us closer together
My words, “I love you”

His words, “I love you”
They mean very little
Our words, “I love you”
Pushing me off the cliff

I’m standing on the cliff
Overlooking his meadow
A night sky approaches
Where all is seen is hidden

I’m standing on the cliff
I’m inching toward the bottom
One more step
I shall fall

I’m falling
Falling for him
And when I reach the bottom
I shall not wake up

Tonight is a night when the sky is
                   midnight blue velvet,

                   a night when the city on the
                   hill turns to Christmas
                   lights.

Tonight is a night when laughter and
                                 mirth flow freely,

                                 when camaraderie
                                 pillows in the air.

Tonight is a night when friendship
                                            warms the
                                            soul,

                                           good company
                                           fills the heart,

                                           and you wish it
                                           wouldn't end.

Tonight,

I looked at the stars like I do every night,

and I cried.

because this time,

I remembered

that some of them are dead.

and I realised

just how envious I was,

that I was not as beautiful as a star,

even though,

I too,

was still there.

yet also

so

very

dead.

And there she was
Invisible, like a ghost
Watching a man from afar
Cryptic, like the moon
On a dreaded night..