Dawn Thoughts – July 25, 2014



standing beside a precipice
looking down into the void
an impelling invitiation calls to me
with a voice like Lorelei’s …
blood rushes past my ears
a haze soon fills my brain
a sinking feeling in my gut
tells me I shouldn’t listen:

“Come to me my merry maid …
Into the sky and fly …
Like a bird, touch the wonderous clouds,
Follow me, surely you won’t die!”

to the very edge I go
two voices in my head at war …
one calls telling me to come back,
the other to take just one step more …
and then when the die seems cast
when disaster is just a step away
I step back from the precipice …
wondering … why.


quiet summer dawn
birds singing among the trees
nightmare recedes