The Edge

(I wrote this after reading some writing by Rainer Maria Rilke)

Here is the mountain’s edge

Here is the line that divides beach from dune

Here is the curve of the crescent moon

This is the edge, this is where I let go

And it’s not just the headline

It’s the story below.

And it’s not just the story,

it’s every line between

Here, this is grey

and it’s mixed with blue

This is the edge, this is where I let go

And I’m not falling, I’m rising in love

and I’m not cut adrift, just drifting

and I’m not falling, I’m rising in love

This is the edge, this is where I let go.