Philosophical

gingerly 
he ventured 
across the bridge 
that stretched 
across 
the great divide 
of heart and mind 
as the world went 
leisurely by 
and he pondered his fate 
between 
the jagged cliffs 
yawning wildly 
as the gorge grew 
wider 
and the winds bolder 
tugging 
the very fabric 
of his soul 
and he paused 
for a moment 
listened to the echoes 
of his heart 
yearning her shores 
of tranquility 
for once 
he was willing 
to take a chance 
found himself 
upon the wings 
of eagles 
spreading 
beyond the limits 
of blood or stone 
henceforth 
he shall not be moved 
for blessed is he 
who love 
has smiled upon

The Gorge