Muse
Come now, sit and think.
Come now to an intellectual brink.
Slide up to the edge, I do dare.
Peer over and feel a heart soar, not sink.
See and tell me, how long, how wide?
The dimensions, please, to me describe.
Look deep, look long; gaze and perceive
And as your mind muses, let your soul transcribe.
Tell of the rapture as you hear the sky call.
Tell of the terror for fear of the fall.
And then, I beseech thee, take the leap.
Kiss the moon and keep your aim tall.
And if you fly too high, and the sun your wings melt
After you have lighted 'pon the ground and once again felt
Felt the Earth on your feet, remember the breeze.
Call it again under your wings and be distanced from any blow to be dealt.
Come now, sit and think.
Come now; sail again from this brink.
Copyright © Jonathan J. | Year Posted 2014
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