Cliff point


It’s like the spot on the edge of a cliff
Fingers and the heart are sort of numb and blazing hot
The only difference is, that we never fall

Like a horizon that’s never touched by the sinking sun
No warm jacket on a cold night
Thriving sea of emptiness
Yet this feeling of never alone

Work that’s tied to a meaning
Restless dreams that keep living
A vision of an idealistic world that we’ve admired

Seasons that change, but that are full of hopes
Sweet stuff, sweet words, sweet dreams
All those things, pulled from inside a magician’s hat

Fantasy is where you are
Like a shooting star with bits of lingering shimmer, even after I close my eyes

Like infinite dust sprouting from a cyclone in the desert
The howling of the winds in scary nights
Amid sadness, deep pain, and restlessness

Like an unfinished free verse

That’s where we seem to linger

Dance on the musical notes in a paper
Appear and disappear in vinyl images
Get embossed in the burning red fire

We’ve promised to give our lives several times before
We’ll promise several times after
I’ll never find you
You’ll never find me
In any direction but this point on the cliff’s edge

 

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Published by Samasya Tapasya

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