The river below rushed and wound
for momentary rest.
The facade so renowned.
I know now it’s not worth it.
Somehow the universe knew my fears.
Even the sky was moaning
amidst its tears.
Up here
I could have sworn
I could hear its heartbeat
and I could discern
the irony.
I too never breathed easier
than when trying to find
my own heartbeat
and here the wind was so inclined
to blow me down
following the tune of its own music sheet.
But I didn’t need nature’s selfish help
because my pulse has been drowned low
by your own for too long
and the melody of my solo
now seemed pitchy and wrong.
Memories in classified files
pressed to my breast
of pirated smiles
fracturing at the acid test.
They couldn’t hold me.
So I fell without ever hitting the ground
despite my wish to find the burial mound.
I wish I were among the smart
embracing nature’s laws
instead of scrambling for cover
but here I was
leaping without a lover.
