Standing on the edge,
A body of clear, deep blue all around.
From here, I can smell the salt off the breeze
It seemed to beckon me; seducing me to be one.
I step one foot in front of another, and it’s like I’m flying,
I can feel myself crashing into the water, until..
My eyes open to the blinding light of dawn rising.
It was another figment of my imagination, gone until the moon rose again.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
Standing on the edge,
A body of clear, deep blue all around.
From here, I can smell the salt off the breeze
It seemed to beckon me; seducing me to be one.
I step one foot in front of another, and it’s like I’m flying,
I can feel myself crashing into the water, until..
My eyes open to the blinding light of dawn rising.
It was another figment of my imagination, gone until the moon rose again.
This isn't one of my better ones. Hopefully it's good, though.
