As I stand on a cliff,
My feet touching the edge,
The wind blows oh so swiftly,
Slowly brushing my hair.
Rustling and Dangling,
I lean forward to hold,
Underneath is so deep,
My heart runs in force.
I feel a void so deep,
Like a lightheaded love.
I dream that I am falling,
But I am suddenly pushed aside.
Was this love of a kind, I felt?
Or a dream just passed by?
I am yet standing on the cliff,
As the cool winds keep blowing by.