Here upon a sun filled ledge,
my legs dangling over the abyss,
horizon so far yet as crystal as the sea,
and my eyes can see forever.
Afternoon hues imbue the sky,
its endless fading blue so true,
adorned with billowing white puffs edged,
with gold and so much more.
So high as if to heaven, face,
the wind so gentle and freshly made,
here at my cliff top perch,
above the world my eagle eyed panoramic search.
So quiet this space of freedom,
where no-one dares to speak out of turn,
in sacred, silent surrender,
where a nurtured heart can breath, discern.
Upon my perch I can think so clear,
as I at one with sky,
and problems seem to dissipate,
as the wind carries them away.
It seems so uncomplicated here,
each thought and resolve an open book,
yet below in the throws of complex life,
lost I become, with every look.
So bury me here so high to heaven,
one step and I am there,
or let me rot in the swill of life,
buried up to the neck in strife.
Or perhaps I will be a cloud
and dance the afternoon sky,
in golden hues and dying embers
my fading light a sigh.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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