Twisting the twine

I sit on the string of this, above the chasm.
Watching the wind.
Watching the emotions.
The vastness between us and the closeness in my cells.
Each blink and heartbeat vibrates on this wire.
With no safety net.
With no one there to catch us if we fall.
Only our arms outstretched together, in the loving embrace of the plummet.
But we walk.
We tiptoe. On the egg shelled stained thread of love.
Ever closer to Eden and the tree in my mind.
We’ve loved and lost, then loved again.
Around in the circle of our souls.
Blinded by bitterness and the sting of the self-righteous.
But now the fog of war has lifted.
The spoils are swept away as we welcome the tangerine sky of dawn.
Bringing in the light that burns our eyes, after so long in the dark.
Hold me, don’t ever leave me. Love me on this tightrope forever.

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5 thoughts on “Twisting the twine

  1. To love is brave like that tightrope walker. They say everything you love you will lose. But as the poem tells it circles back. And it makes me wonder how many times we have loved the same parts of souls in different lives?
    This is loaded in beauty.

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