Dreams

Standing on the cliff, gazing at forever unfolded beneath me,
Wondering when it will be my turn to fly,
When it will be my turn to take the leap and enter forever,
Only the wind holds me back now,
Only the wind listens, Only the wind cares,
Snatching away my words as I utter them, absorbing them into itsself,
But despite this constant companion/restraint, I'm not understood,
I'm not loved; Not needed,
If I disappeared, the wind would still blow,
Without me, the wind is still happy,
Just as they all are,
When I do get to jump, I'll leave no hole,
I'll leave behind no sadness,
Life would continue unabated, unpaused, uncaring,
I gaze toward the future, and imagine the final moment,
When the wind changes and the push becomes a pull,
Smiling as I feel the joy of final flight,
Only time for one shouted laugh to escape my joy stretched lips,
The instant before I splash into the black of forever,
Will I be happy then, Will I care,
Won't be long now, 'till the push becomes a pull

~AR Davis