To Fly.

Love is standing over a chasm
As long as the earth is wide
And as tall as all the way to hell,
And not falling.

Joy is taking that first step
While not knowing that you can fly,
Or that you can soar, just trusting
And not falling.

To meet another in the air is
Difficult, as we often miss or
We crash into another and fall aways
But we recover.

To share a path with another, our goal,
Solitary flight oft our reality.
So we fly alone for awhile.
Atleast still, we fly.