Canyon

I stare at you across this precipice
an impossibly intimate distance
separated by this invisible chasm
edging nearer just to keep you in sight

days upon days, eons layer into ages
striations the weft of our tale
lies trade alternately, under pressure
their weight raising up red walls

feverish dreams span the space between
winged interior joy brought up short
by the abrupt solidity of our fear
leading us on like blindfolded beasts

spectators marvel, courting vertigo
peering over the edge of our isolation
leaving echoes and expectations
together we stand; still, endless, apart