What am I doing?
Living and breathing for sure;
There isn’t much else.

I've got nothing left
My mind completely empty;
Thus I drift to sleep.

Wandering aimlessly-
things bend and break,
take a deep breath; at long last
lay thine soul to rest.

Eyes bathed in swaths of silvery moonlight-
Reflections of past days and future nights.

Functionally dysfunctional,
Beautifully broken,
Stuck upon clouds permeated only by the occasional ray of sun.

Two sides to every story,
Light and dark; sun and moon.

That's where I found you:

Balanced precariously on the tightrope that divides the sky and the Earth.

A horizon
to
call
your
own.

Unable to bend, unable to break, for if you did, the world itself would rush up to meet you.

Take a deep breath and take the next step, just please...

Don't miss.

I saw you perched there,
Like a cat in a window-
Cliché to say the least,
but beautiful nonetheless.

Moonlight glinting off your hair
bathing the room in silver.

Change the 'in' to an 'and' and remove the 'n' from 'window'-
A Cat and a Widow, humorous right?
"The old cat lady,"
Imagine that, another cliché.

Thine soul is fragile-
Inorganic hammered steel;
A fabrication

Church bells rung slowly;
A sound unfamiliar here-
In my sinful mind.

Relentless and endless,
Rocky cliffs faced with waves the size of
Mt Everest, the tallest of all the mountains;
Utterly insurmountable to the naked eye, unforgiving.

Relentless and breathless,
I faced those waves and those mountains,
Eyes fastened to the future in front of me-
Wishing once more for guidance-it never came.

Relentless and hopeless,
I strove for greatness, the ess of which could and can not be quantified-
Yet I found myself drowned in a pool of my own hubris-
For what does anyone want but greatness?

Thus my story ends, piercing blue eyes closed, no excess of sadness in this city,
I guess what I ought to say is that hope is priceless, and for those of you who disbelieve, I pity.