THE LOVE FALL
I did not ask for it yet I bask in it
I have no task in it yet it stacks in me
Seriously, I did not ask for it
Behind its mask I still seek what it means
Weightless, I stagger emotionally under the embrace of love.
I seem to be sailing in the emptiness of its cuddle.
In a whirlpool of images of the familiar and unfamiliar insinuations,
I seem to be lifted lightly off the ground into a realm of wild illusions.
I fear for my soul, I am scared of falling.
I have to save my soul, I am sure of this calling.
The risk is not in the lifting off the ground
Nor is it in the new heights I have found
To be safe, one of three things I crave;
To be let loose from this embrace before I fall from its’ staggering
Two, hold me firmly in this embrace that we may fall together from its staggering
Lastly I crave, prepare the ground that I may fall upon a love ground.