Is there still, like there was, a space untouched Where fall and rise are not adverse? Is there still, like there was, a view without me Where near and far are not inverse?
In time I’ve named, in time I’ve clutched, And tried to have and tried to keep, But now I know as I can see, That all I sow I have to reap.
The seeds of far, the seeds of near, I lost my star, I live with fear. The seeds of rise, the seeds of fall, Give way to sighs, I lost my call.
I see a ledge which is not there, I wish to leap but I just stare. Behind my back my hands are bound, My feet are anchored to the ground.
I sense the ties that hold me down, Are just some words in which I drown. I hear the edge is nowhere further, Than the I wherein I err.
Beyond this edge within, I long to rise upon Thy horizon.