Dangling Our Feet
Let's
dangle our feet,
over this rocky edge,
telling our tales,
speaking of love.
Gaze skyward with me,
revealing ourselves,
and all that within,
to the stars unfolding above.
What precious lands might we survey
when sharing the light within,
reflections of our past,
images of future's yet cast.
So dangle your lovely legs with me,
take a peek over the edge,
tell me what you see.
Let me paint a landscape before you,
brush stroked passages,
adding to the ochre, the umber,
and chrimson tales of the past.
Sing to me, high on that ledge,
of lightness and of dark,
of all things that move you,
of all that kindles your spark.
Dangle your legs,
from cliff or from shore
open yourself to me,
crack open that door.
The smallest of glimpse,
gleaned from each small refrain,
leaves me yearning for more
of your joys and your pain.
When life has come and gone,
and futures turn to past,
roaring fires becoming radiant coals,
we shall find ourselves,
once again,
dangling our feet.
© Dave Lawson, 2004
(Inspired by a song, realized with someone special.)