To Where The Birds Fly

On the edge of the cliff

I looked down on trembling water

On the edge of the night

I looked into your waving eyes

and the sound of the water drop

Echo deep in this well of mind

The ripple spread on the surface

of the once traquil water

I saw you swimming in the sea that night

Danced by the fire that you made that night

While the wind careseed my soul that night

I fell from the cliff into your arms that night

Should I dive?

Should I cry?

Should I try?

To Where The Birds Fly