Tragic Magic

Is it worth the fall?
To stare a possible deathless death in the face and stand tall?
Hope,
faith,
renditions of wishful thinking
and a pocket full of good intentions
lead us to leap from the edge without a second glance
in hopes that our wings catch the wind just right.

I've seen the earth my fallen body quivers to meet.
I've also felt the wind dance through my hair
and sunlight upon my cheek.
A sweet, sweat soaked brow accompanies my naïve heart
as I fall;
pessimistically clenching  optimism
in a desperate attempt to taste life's bounty...
without being ripped apart by this tragic magic.

To love and be loved
is one of the great wonders of the universe.
To love and be loved
has its trail and error obstacle course.
Is it worth the fall?
To stare a possible deathless death in the face and stand tall?
For LOVE,
a light in this world
as bright as the stars above,
I'd do it all.