Fear of Falling

Dangerously close to the edge, I skid right off a cliff You swiftly lift me, swallow the floor from under my feet. My chambers open up into your arms like folded wings, maybe your heart is the trapdoor where I tumble into a deep sweet abyss. I hear your song and swear you have seen inside my soul. Your depth is the boundary between me and gravity and the possibility that the secret of flying might be revealed; to where the physical world disappears. I would just as soon launch myself towards the ground and miss if there was never-not ever- a firm foundation beneath my feet even if I did not have as my heart the cushion to land, I'd still let go, open my hands to meet yours or suffer the consequence even if my natural reflex is to tuck and grab. I suppose there's a chance falling may turn into flying if I throw myself, take the plunge catapult myself into that long drop into nothingness hoping the skies don't close like a fist or maybe, just maybe my own wings will unfold on the hunch I might hit a boulder or the bull's eye either way I'll just keep falling until perhaps I get it right -Karma