I am stepping back from the edge of the world
I am stepping back from the edge of the world
Where grey waves greet crumbling mountains and headlands.
My feet once stood there, side by side on the black beach with yours.
We released our fears to be carried off by wind stream to some distant Northern shore
Side by side.
Yet, we stood as we always stand, as we entered, and as we will leave.
We stand as all others who released their fears before.
Alone.
Our only ties in life are promises that hover in the fog between our disjoined bodies,
Promises waiting to be heard then held.
And what are promises in a man’s speaking and receiving
But dreams that hover over human frailty
And trust that floats on seas of pain.
But also hope
That I may be found on some ten thousandth shore.