I fell off a bridge.

I saw him standing bright and shining.
So  I strode out in his light,
basked in it sure footed burning within
a thousand sons of love,
burnished without by it until bronzed.

The light it blinded me, bound my lips
with love.
I did not look where I was going for I was crazed clumsy by Cupid.

Flying is freedom, falling is not.
Acclerating as Newton's chains pull, falling is lonely,
falling is fast.

The water broke my heart open,
cleansed it cold,
took out the Fool's gold and
covered me in nebulas of dark night.

My eyes were full of cold sharp waterfalls
that made me see sharp and true, inky blue.
My mouth now a lily pad sitting silent waiting for frogs.

But I am Light now. I float. I swim.