Tuesday, January 19, 2010

infinite.


windfall of grace
face to face with the cold
i stand on the edge
still awaiting the storm
all the breakers are rolling
and crashing around
i'm on the edge
of the last solid ground
about to fall 
but holding on

spread my arms against the wind
and sing my love to all the fray
and know this infinite place.

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