as I walked on the precipice between shadow and light

stars dancing in the moonlit deep

nothing felt more real than the crunch of my boots and the chill of the night

sparks swirled like petals crowned in red

as the sky glimmered and glowed in a fitful sleep

the sun dipped down underneath my feet, the moon tipping over my head

where the sky had no end and the earth seemed uncertain

up seemed like down and both a cruel joke

as if the void were a stage and rock just a curtain

in the golden hours when time hung by a thread

as the moon whispered to the sun and the stars almost spoke

I felt so alive I wondered if perhaps I was dead