Precipice Query
Once
where chance dared not go
while passion starved eyes
drank from chalices of make believe
When
from tree-house perches
where purity of peanut butter and jelly whispers
teased innocent fantasies
and fed penthouse imaginings
While
expected bedrock truth
eroded with fortune's reversal
pup tents and comic books
fish lines and swimming holes
fluttered through moonless dreams
speaking humorous one-liners sadly
Reluctantly
one sheds the husks
from premature harvests
stands naked before shadows dim
as yesterday's burning wick clocks out
with sputter-choked flame
desperately seeking new beginnings
Now
the tether waning
time makes ready
the eyes
the ears
for distances of another kind
Preparing
to see
and hear
beyond the edge
where tomorrow's ethereal echoes
caress wisdom's journey
and perhaps create another
precipice query
Love ya!
Jane