blue window

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blue, past the window
mellow and luminous make love
languid, stretching, seamless
intrusive horizon, none
merry shades just round the corner
there, do you see that?
right after the somber ones
like you and me
like us, like 'was'
most of the time...

blue, past the window
vast, intimidating, unfathomable
distant, like a third person
that i observe
intrusive horizon, faint
yet there
there, do you see that?
like you and me, me and you
not us, like 'is'
most of the time...

edge

i stand at the edge of my world
like a twig about to drop
the vastness of the sea beneath me
the triviality of my world behind me
i wonder
is this how it feels
when one is at the edge of an end?
one feet lingering outside of the edge,
into nothingness
and one that holds on to everything else

dark curls blow in the wind
as if, to pull me away from the leap
as i lean towards the vastness
i glance at my world from the corner of my eye
that little cottage at the edge
that tilts, much like me
but never leaves the edge
unlike me

and then, not today i thought
its evening
time for you to come back, perhaps
to that world of mine by the edge
i shall take the leap, tomorrow
perhaps...