Precariously perched
on this escarpment of commitment
I ponder leaping into
obscured and hazy
matters of the heart.
In vain I gaze
at a blurred horizon
that beckons me
with promises
enshrined in tales of bliss.
Praying for clarity
receiving none
I seek comfort
in muddy waters,
I wade on.
Learning how to dance
on a shifting carpet,
feeling rather new
in these old skins,
endorphin’s numbing joy.
How I long to be sleeping with you,
dreaming of you,
waking with you
again, again and again
with all that goes between.
North and south latitudes
longing for the equator,
open doors to waking hearts,
let spirit soar
beyond the dream,
Just fly.

Copyright ©Henri Ferguson 2004