As I sit on the roof, I feel the tendrils of my sanity slowly slipping away into the moonlight.
Every time I fall someone comes to save me and I maintain.
Then it happens again.
I get the urge to feel the wind against my face.
I want to be like Icarus with feathers of wax.
Gliding on the breeze, floating towards the sun
I want to see the remnants of candles melt away in the heat of the flaming eye.
I feel like falling and being gobbled up by the yawning, gaping mouth of the sea.
I step forward on the roof, ready to leap and he saves me
Covers me in a blanket of concern and love
Wipes my tears and shows me the hope he holds in his hands
Then he shows me the forever that resides in his heart and the urge subsides.
I open my eyes and am grateful that I am alive.
