.
I would rather walk this frail line
that could give at any step.
Than stand with the world
on the side and give you up
For dead.
I would rather be caught in this strained web
wrapped in your silken need.
Though I know when you’ve had your fill,
You will probably get up and leave.
I would be the rock from which you leap
Not the shit that holds you back.
I hope that you will meet the sky,
With all your hidden grace
But if perchance you fall and cry
In me you have a place
To heal your wounds and gather strength
Until you wish to fly again.
I will hold you close,
Give what I can,
As leaves hold morning rain.
Until the sun shines once more
And agian you find your way.
Last Updated May 20, 2007