Somewhere down below

Walking the tight rope between dreams Do I fear the fall? No. it is the walk that scares me more The fall, the terminating end – an eternity in itself Is much comforting and yeah, it’s beckoning me From the dark corners of lost alcoves where shadows stay longer than their bodies Where there is a silent stillness almost as calm as death! And when I am to plummet into the pit less abyss I see your radiant face Redolent with all the memories – I never knew I had Giving me a dilemma, a sense of regret… of losing something, I never dared to call mine! prynka Apr 07