by Janice Capasso

Created on: September 25, 2009   Last Updated: October 04, 2009

On the Verge


There is amazing beauty here
This way I've walked times uncounted
And yet, I have not noticed 'til today

I hear the wind as it persuades the trees
To sing in quiet whispers against the sky
Calling birds to join their dance

I see once rushing water frozen in time, blanketed by snow
It entices me, even as it dissolves from the shore
Like dreams from a waking mind

It is cold, but the sun warms my face
Alone but not lonely I stand
Wondering if the beckoning lake will hold me

Were I to walk its surface
would I feel the awesome power beneath my feet
Stand strong to soar with the freedom of angels
and know no earthly bounds

Or would it crumble, fissures spreading
Fingers of ice to grasp at me, to drag me under
Enveloped in the coldness of my fears

And I wonder, Do I risk the unknown and dare to live
Or stand on the edge of my relative safety
While seagulls circle, graceful wings of scavengers
A contradiction within myself

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