Friday, September 07, 2007


Standing still on the edge of life

I call upon the northern wind to take away my pain

Straining muscles before I dive

And still afraid of things that might remain

Before the wind starts cutting like a knife

I tilt my head to taste the droplets of the rain

I lean and jump into the hive

Feeling my hair shield my falling frame

And then there’s nothing not a sound

And I can hear the rain start crying out my name