I sat on the edge of the sky
heart moving the breeze
you by my side
on the edge of the sky
and the sun floated by
on the edge of that sky
and I could have leapt down
I could have taken the risk
on the edge of that sky
on the rise of the abyss
I could have fallen for you
could have floated away
on the edge of that sky
on that warm summer’s day

I sat on the cliff of the sky
swirling the ocean salt
of the moon and
I chose not to swoon
on the edge of the sky
on my vertigo of you
I held my surrender and
steadied myself
and tried to remember
my own special light
and my own special place
my spark to create
not follow your star
on the edge of that sky

And I walked to my hill
to my river
my valley
through my gully
of darkness
where the trees
blocked your light
roots twisted and
gnarled and
nothing was bright
and I dug in the soil that
was loamy and dense
and uncovered myself
and found all my sense

And I glanced over my shoulder
at the edge of the sky
where the sun was setting
and I was ready to fly

© Tanya Rosso @ Ordinary Poetry

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