shifting mists
2003-08-02 08:07:57 (UTC)

on the edge...

I stand upon the disintegrating edge of a cliff...
looking down.

And all I can see is the beauty below...
the danger somehow no longer a part of my reality.

The open space between here... and there... It calls to me.

I see peace in the violence of the crashing waves.

I see tranquility in the jagged rocks.

And I feel the ache of longing.