If I wrung a river of tears from my heart,
Would you sail upon it with me,
There are bindings which hold us,
Tie us to life,
Would you be afraid to let go -
Just to free fall with me?
   
My love is an impatient creature,
Flitting to and fro,
Peering over the edge of a great cliff -
Teetering on the brink.
   
So many look out over the edge with fear,
We all want someone to go with us,
Not to fall alone,
After all - isn't that the point.
   
So I turn my back to the edge of the world,
To look upon your face,
I shift my feet backwards to feel the loss of ground,
Until I am on just my toes,
Such a scant touch secures me.
 
My eyes on yours the whole time,
Perhaps you judge my intention as you reach for me,
I open my arms and lean back -
I see nothing but you as I fall.
 
My one test of love -
Will you keep reaching -
Reaching over the edge,
Until you are falling with me,
As you can see nothing else but me.

By Shara Wilmoth