To die off a cliff
To die off a cliff---what a way to go…
To soar for the first time, and yet do it to perfection..
You'd know what it’d be like to be like the free bird, the falling leaf, the shooting star,
And yet would tell no one, a secret you'd take by chance, by choice, by fate-
The air not missing one part of your body,
Through every strand of hair, through every pore,
Through every feeling emotion and soul-

Scream would be out of place, something that didn’t belong,
For this is a time for beauty, pain is foregone.
It is left behind with practicality, along with corruption, and everything…just everything.

The initial leap would be the finest,
Only to be matched up to by the flight itself,
No run would be needed,
No medal is to be won…
Just a small leap that would defy logic itself, and not go against life, morality or more…

Ohh…to fall of a cliff…to die that way….what a final full stop to the end of a page…the book to which is left, much more to go….

~* do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.*~

That's good.

Edited by: elbereth elvenstar  at: 7/30/03 11:18 pm