Precipice

I'm teetering
on the edge of high precipice
Wind blowing so strong
that I cannot fall
and its calling my name
if I spread my arms as wings
will I simply fly away
or will I stay
earthbound for yet another day?

Oh, for the days
when I would drift
slowly 'cross the sky
like clouds of white
No pressure from a strong wind
hindering my flight
Just gently blowing breezes
coasting through the nights and days
of life

?Michaelette?

9/19/99
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