sonnet 61
Spent half a year considering a dive
tip-toe to the brink to view it yawning
a plunge so full of hope yet dreadful I've
stalled the sour event of its dawning.
Once off the ground graced with rushing current
my blood alive with all that could become
though quickly I was made sickly, servant
to un-desire, flightless, broken, numb.
Thought I could repair a bond divided
the friend I saw below has turned away
Left with no return, while he provided
a landing unforgiving in its clay.
Freedom to face the hard reality:
anticipation has mortality.
tip-toe to the brink to view it yawning
a plunge so full of hope yet dreadful I've
stalled the sour event of its dawning.
Once off the ground graced with rushing current
my blood alive with all that could become
though quickly I was made sickly, servant
to un-desire, flightless, broken, numb.
Thought I could repair a bond divided
the friend I saw below has turned away
Left with no return, while he provided
a landing unforgiving in its clay.
Freedom to face the hard reality:
anticipation has mortality.