I danced by the yawning precipice
Heedless of the vertiginous heights
A fall into the abyss was of little concern
Better to soar with eagles
Dance on clouds
The morning sun obstructed my view
It was turning into a far out day
The caterwaul of angels heightened reality
And the dance of the jet stream lit dreams
Oh to be scaling the heights
Finding heaven perched on a mossy bank
By the rushing dream
Where everyone was young and naked
And fear was something only in fiction
Tears of joy mingled with the warm rain
While the cold sun hid behind the dark moon
Such a strange and wonderful lunch
Feasting on these words
Lucky I was hungry
