The Edge

The Edge- Nikita Sara

The edge...

like a seductress, tempting me to her arms

like a poet, willing me to hear anther verse

like a magician, hypnotizing me under her spell

like a river, enchanting and endearing

I walk closer

the glimmering waters beckon

tempted by the sheer inviting drop

my eyes riveted by the reluctant dewdrops

that glisten on the leaves before they melt away

at  the hint of the first ray of sun

and kiss the tender tendrils on the ground

where the buds open up magically

at the first strain of the new song

the melody and harmony

of the birds waking up to herald the new day

the insects making their way

to their business of the day

...suddenly breaking me out

of my reverie

reminding me that

I should head back

to the bivouac of life

and I will have another day

to feel the magic at the edge

to be tempted by its delusive illusions

to move on and be up and doing

still achieving, still pursuing...