I walked to the edge

stood over breaking ground to hear your voice

as the earth gives out under

my soul feels like a stone

it feels like a star (as Rilke might have said)



as I'm falling

I feel your hands holding on to me

as I'm falling

you're holding on



he said the moon looked like the battered face

of Jesus on the cross

then he laid me down

I wrap this longing around me

and wait for some sign of you

my balance is gone