Tranquil, if only for a moment

Tranquil, if only for a bit

 

The cliffs edge is ne're far off,

Calling-

in a still a still small whisper...

Beckoning, your soul,

latching onto thine deepest desires.

wondering as you are through this sequestered peak,

your curiosity gives way---

step,

forward,

tip-toe...

nearing the end.

naught another soul is 'round.

peace-

full moon glistening in the sky-

wind piercing each strand of your fallen locks...

the rustle of the weeping willow-

singing praises unto the creator of all.

spirits soaring,

arms wide open...

Free.

There, at the clefts edge- in those bittersweet moments,

life halts...

no worries,

fears

hurts,

Just a lovely bliss.

Bask in it's splendor- for the moon shall set, the sun will rise, the wind'll cease to blow, and it'll be time to go.

The End

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