The Cliff
A possible endless abyss
The depths of branches and leaves
A horizon beyond the brush
A place never seen
But I want to go there
My steps grow stronger
My mind and eyes focused
Never to drift or to wonder
Agile and persistent
A de ja vu of disappointment
The end seems so near yet too far
But I want to go there
What ending would be the same
If a beginning never changed
What hill would climb so easy
If not mistaken for a mountain
The moment when the brush clears and the stems part
Where the leaves fall and the birds fly
Where the water crashes to the cliff and the dolphins sing
Where the sky covered by nests becomes as blue as its reflection
Where the sun shines through your face with the warmth of a mothers embrace
I want to got there
Wolves and bears don't cross my mind
Snakes and Ants don't phase me
Focused on that horizon beyond the brush
My steps grow faster
I can see it now
Closer does it get to my fingertips
I can smell it, the salt of the sea
This place unfamiliar, desserted it seems
A wilderness of "want" never charted
But I want to go there
The cliff
The last of it
The moment when
The space between
The jump into
The unknown dream
The fast decend
The cliff, the need
The beyond is where I want to be
My reflection in the glass frees me
My joy and pain matter none at all
The feeling of a new beginning
The relief of a long awaiting
-But I can't swim-
Copyright © Gabrielle Jean | Year Posted 2014
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