in this silent hour

I have been seeking things beyond the city, unto the edge of the world,
and though i did not sail there i saw the edge unfurled.

the cascades endless drop was silent but for the downrush sounds
of desperate droplets reaching up to gather in the sky.

and i for once was afraid of the stark unfeeling end
i hoped for faces to look my way but everything was still.

and dare i ask, "where were the brave, here at the end of the world?"
the adventures, stragglers and sojurners haven't they too counted costs?


And what of the edge and the starry host that peaked over the horizon,
do they only know the height and depth, or must i ask to find them?

Oh tell me falls of endless light—where do you waters meet with land,
and is it peaceful, is it safe, is it worth the momentous and unfurled end?

and how can i imagine such impossibles , won't they always lead away,
from my familiar city, my warm bed, from my love's precious gaze?

come to me, ends of the earth that i might learn my end,
but meet me in the city, and touch the living dead.

I thought i might gain from you by seeing through your eyes,
but i am finding contentment here just being seen by thine.