Falling
Down an endless chasm
the wind in my hair
tired mind
eyes shut with fear
breathing through my mouth
I am falling for ever in my dream
no gruesome thuds
just an endless surrender.
But somehow I like the idea of falling
Its like the pleasure of dropping a leaf from my hand
and watching it swirl down freely,
as if it was alive
Nothing to obstruct its free movement
till it settles softly on the ground,
to be blown away by the wind.
Somehow I like the idea of falling
