The Precipice

 

Balanced on the precipice of love’s pinnacle
An understanding of loss as the chasm of the solitude of life looms before me
The plethora of past transgressions as a wall entombing me
A final opportunity beckoned as she stepped forward
Love true as a final reward
I stand on the precipice teetering, knowing, feeling that my life’s search is over
A fragility not of my present
Past pluperfect imperfections committed in a haunting refrain
The specter of love cloaked in an ebon robe
I stand at the pinnacle of love’s truth
Yearning, accepting love’s gossamer reality
With the web of the past woven
To hang about my neck
Dare I soar as I take my leap
And allow love in her radiance
To embrace me
Or does the shadow of love
Ebon cloaked
Draw me ever closer
To that chasm
My inner being wrenched into a purgatory of the past
As I long for the truth of love to envelope me.