Simple Sunday-Precipice

Clinging on above
below a beautiful danger
Gray, cold, alone
while the inviting pool
brightly beckons
with a counterfeit bliss
Don't go low
though tempted
with distorted visions
The water fools the foolish
with shallow charm
not disclosing it's
 unfathomable depth of despair
unending
Yes go up
though this moment no
sight to see
use your wings to
 high hope soar
no more alone
now a
 sky of paradise

CCB
3/26/2015