Leap.

Wind hits the face,pulls the hair in it's stride
Sights of the climb pass by.
The wait turns into doubt.Doubt to familiarity.
The familiarity of fear; that of eventuality

All those visions of fire,
All those where I'm soaring higher
Those gasps of admirers with suppressed desire
Start to seem,delusions of grandeur

What if,those hesitant steps on the edge
were all that I needed?
Just that one peek of the cliff
To keep me heeded.

Wind now smothers the frame
Tears from the corners ,fly up
This familiar fear completely caught up , jeering
'Nothing but a speck of flesh, suspended in air
Till the ground thwarts it ,to make it all fair'

In the pool of despair, bobs a voice of the past.
Like the flutter of the paving wind , forces itself on the ear.
'Fear is here, fear is there, it's everywhere,
Failing to fly has more honour ,than failing to try'

Prayers of people who look down in horror,
visions of vast greens and azure skies,
stiffen the lips and settles the churning bile.

'Falling is flying in another plane.'
humors the soaring mind.
Eyes close,the face smiles,
The body hopes on,to levitate.