My Precipice

You were my precipice,
the feather bed to my fall,
down from a north sea drowning,
you covered me
and when the sea
crept up the shore,
you held my hand
and more and more,
you carried me when
stones were sharp;
said I was the string,
that connected us
the tears we shed,
were the promise,
the oasis in an
arid scenery.
We were serene
and palm to palm
the heart lines of a passion,
you said that I was fashioned,
I know the best of me
was always better in your arms,
You were my precipice
you sheltered me from harm.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-12-08 at 12:37

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Interesting point of reference. We usually associate 'precipice' with something dangerous, something from which we might fall (or jump) off. But this work looks at it from a different viewpoint: the precipice bolsters us from the ravages of the sea, strong and protective.

Another original and nicely composed piece. Thanks.

William
2012-12-08