On the Brink

         "On the Brink"

Wolf shadows haunt and howl
as her spirit's grief takes a bow.
On the brink of heart's edge,
sobbing, she stands on lover's ledge.
Lamenting, she ponders the question
of romance and passion.
Feathered flutter of the soul resounds
as her heart paces and pounds
a sacred song in drumbeat.
Moist eyelids feel her everlasting heat.
Frighten fireflies
and dragonflies
tremble on her breast
with gossamer breath.
Fearing love lost, reaching for the amour,
will she leap for the heavens to soar?
Turning toward horizon's evening flame
licking indigo skies, and dreams to claim?
Ravens speak their urgent warning
until her yearning
spins out of control.
Winged ones know her sad soul.
The tears drown all sensation,
as raptors squeal at the canyon.
Preparing the image to fledge,
on the brink of heart's edge.



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