Cliff
First there was you
Beautiful, full of hope and courage.
You stood there at the very edge of the cliff,
Breaking out...
Far beyond you was me,
I looked at you; you looked at me;
I realised you were my own.
In your eyes I could see a reflection of who I was,
And who I was going to be.
I knew if I spoke you could decipher my foreign language
You'd relieve angst.
I never had to explain.
I looked at you;
I saw you;
I recognised you.
I perceived the tears you had at the corner of your eyes;
Even when your mouth did nothing but smile.
I realised the bitterness in your laughter;
The weight in your wings;
Even if you were flying much higher.
I realised the coldness in your gentle but few words.
You were painting the world dark,
All of it was nothing but bleak;
Even though you wished to see light.
But honey you and I are the same
So different but yet so alike
Help, is all you wanted
"Don't fall,"
Stare at me and beyond me...
I will reach out to you
And you'll become my world
At the very edge of your Cliff
Copyright © Sharon Nyambowo | Year Posted 2022
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