*Flight*
Who are we, she asked,
taking another step.
Forgotten travelers
with the golden dust under our feet?
Sailors
with questions sent through the water of void?
Children of Why, legatees of How…
Creeping, rising, crossing the clouds of shards
that cut deep, never leaving the flesh.
Who are we, standing here at the cliff
with no wings but the wind toward our back?
And how long this flight will last
before the fall would welcome us
to its dark bosom of Never?
Who are we, she asked.
Yet, she knew.
She never really bothered
to stay for the answer.
***
© Eclipse 2013
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There are many who I think have stood upon the cliff face looking into the void wondering how they climbed to the edge of such deep questioning.. And for some the answer is found as they take that next step…. Some feel the wind behind them as its cruel touch tips their balance .. For others they turn around and face the wind and battle their way back along the path finding shelter from their bitter thoughts…
Its hard when we are faced with fight or flight situations…. This was deep… And forgive me for not being here..
I hadn’t realised it was over a month since my last visit Eclipse I usually spot your posts…
Sending you love and Blessings for a beautiful week.
Sue
Hello! I wish happy new week
Thanks for coming Marko, hope your day finds you well.
Lovely poem my great friend.
Have a great wek.
Kiss/Soul
Thank you Soul. Have a lovely day!
Your exquiste words direct us immediately to existential questions and existential fears. No matter how much safe we might feel, imagining ourselves deeply in familiar lands, in fact we are always standing at a cliff. What an impressive piece.
Thank you for your always warming words Martin…
This is the most moving poem I have read in a long time … you made me cry, Eclipse … but maybe they are healing tears … it’s been fright or flight for me for too long … OMG …
Thamk you dear Cat..
Reading this … and especially the last … piece – does it mean that … she jumped of the cliff … or
…we’ll blame it on the Bad Wind….