On The Way Down

I knew you were the edge

A limit to safely measure

Yet there on precipiced ledge

I tip-toed for your pleasure

To see the world from high above

Gazing deep into the abyss

To feel the passion of your love

Taste the sweetness of your lips

Bravely did I venture there

A long beautiful moment spent

Balancing in the rarified air

Till over the edge I went

And though my life now forfeit

That moment was spent so well

You, my lofty star-lit gift

I still loved you as I fell

26 Responses to “On The Way Down”
  1. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Brilliant! A very strong piece, yet so light and filled with intense images…great work my friend!

  2. beth says:

    yikes! worth it or not?

  3. Jim Borden says:

    I was getting nervous as I read this, and then my worst fears were confirmed.

    This is why I try to avoid standing near the edge of things 🙂

  4. This is such a brilliant poetry, it’s like how a silken warm is attracted to fire, probably the warmth is the love it seeks. Sometimes deep love is like walk tip toed with blindfold into curvatures of life from where you may never come back. But the experience itself is worth living. Very nicely written Brad 😊 👌

  5. jonicaggiano says:

    Brad this is a beautiful tribute to both nature, the sky and love. Your choice of words so nicely picked. Gorgeous work. Love this. Sending hugs and a gallon bucket filled with Star ⭐️ 💫 gazes. No need to jump just open up and they will fill your house with beauty. Love ❤️ Joni

  6. kristianw84 says:

    So brilliant!! You make it difficult to choose a favorite!

  7. petespringerauthor says:

    Love is a balancing act of risk. Great job, Brad!

  8. Harley Reborn says:

    Is it selfish to say I miss when these would be about me?

    🤷🏻‍♀️ oh well! *skips off*

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