Falling...

Catch me if you dare,
‘tis not the fall I fear.
What scares so deep inside this soul
is what lies at the end of old.
So catch me if you know,
for then it shall be so.
On cliff that taunts with height alone,
where earth collides with clash of stone.
Sweet wind shall find thy sail,
without the gust of tale.
There is no wax upon thy wing,
no idle tune for heart to sing.
So failure shall not be,
where marvel beckons free.
Where sky is blue and cloud is white,
where life has beacons of delight.
Falling I shall be…
like leaves of winter’s tree.
So if at all ‘twas meant my dear,
then catch me without thought or fear,
for I have done the same, to life, to love, exclaim…
on wind that calls thy name.

Deo Volente
December 2, 2010