I listened to your voice
Walking a tightrope of love
Across a canyon of fear
Crocodiles of hate snapping below
In a river of regret
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With no way back
You were out of my reach
I could offer no help
Without disturbing your balance
And both of us falling
~
I turned to sleep
And fell to dreaming
Of losing my grip
On that tightrope of love
And a fall without landing
~
CLP 7th June, 2020
Love it …. A fall without landing.
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I am glad you enjoyed the poem. The falling dream is a classic of its type…apparently! Thank you for reading and your comment.
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