" Dancing on the Rim "
Oh, the draw of the sharp edge
the lure of things that burn-
I love the sweetness of the risk,
the undertow's rough hands.
The chance of falling seduces,
renders the climb beloved.
The embrace of chance delights.
Shards sparkle and enthrall.
The ambrosia of peril
melts warm in my mouth.
Temptation knows my name.
Don't let this pretty life deceive,
these steady hands mislead.
My untroubled brow,
my dreamless sleep
are practiced and perfected.
Someday if I go missing
look as far as you are able.
If the wind is in your favor,
you might hear my laughter rise
to mingle with the smoke and ash
high in the storm crowned sky.
© 2005 Dale McLain
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