Jumper

I count the stars until the pattern of my thoughts is abandoned within
A maze of celestial effervescence as the lights begin their dance for me.
The dreamer in me interprets the display as a taunt and accepts their
Impish invitation to frolic on the edge of reason...what have I to lose?
I paint a springboard mid-air out of hopes and joyful musings; it's just
The right height and angle to accommodate a leap from the balcony railing.
There is no room tonight for hesitation, not when emerald-coated paths
And prismatic realms of enchantment await; I lunge heart-first into the night.
Settling into a leisurely backstroke across fractal fields where legions of
Guardian eyes sparkle, I float into the corner where our worlds tend to collide.
My intention this night is pinned on memorizing the contour of your unshaven jaw
As each slumbering breath you take melds with the rain-softened breeze.

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