For far too long

I linger on the edge.

Go on then. This is why you came.

How can you still be here? Pathetic.

Tonight is when it happens, when I die.

A thousand slumber behind me,

One more soon to follow

This barren tree to oblivion.

Below me is darkness

Below are rocks.

Below is the Void, calling like a Siren:

Do it.

Jump.

Everything will be better.

Peace I no longer find

Here surrounded by the dead.

I yearn for their rest-

So join them. Join them at last!

To Gaea I must return,

Even if she hasn’t called.

“I’ll do it,” comes the whisper.

My voice is not my own.

I take a jagged breath,

And snatch a final glimpse of stars

This is my final sight.

What comes next will be

Without pain, without sorrow.

I can’t turn away, not even as I fall

Fall

Back into that cozy hill.

Breath comes shallow, and tears go

Gracelessly. I couldn’t do it. Not yet.

It was in that vision I felt

Warmth I’d never known.

The stars seemed to hum

A soothing lullaby.

“Louder,” I plea. “LOUDER!”

Nothing replies, nothing but weeping.

Many lifetimes I lay there

Swaddled by Gaea

Made complacent by the Sky

Until the wind warns

Of seasons soon to change.

The air is like a knife

Prompting a hasty retreat.

I pick my way past tombs

And crypt, thinking of my return.

Not to this place of death,

But to that place, the one that I felt.

It was later I realized

That feeling I felt

Was homesickness.

But how? I’ve never been to space!

Perhaps one day though, I will

Return there to that place.

The one that felt like home.