While I stood at the door <br />I noticed <br />how the depths can suck you in, <br />can paralyse your heart and soul. <br /> <br />With parachute <br />strapped to me I learnt <br />that there are things <br />much deeper than fun <br />and that pain and pleasure <br />has a very fine dividing line <br />and that reality <br />is the master of situations <br /> <br />but that the heart <br />talks its own language <br />sometimes past reason <br />and almost unwilling <br />I was dragged along, <br />did I dare me <br />into your depths <br /> <br />to fall into you <br />past slippery cliffs <br />and read the wind, the weather, <br />the change of atmosphere <br />deep in your eyes <br />and you converted me <br />from explorer, scout and soldier <br />and taught me something about life <br />while I tried <br />to make a safe landing <br />and we were still <br />lying in each other’s arms.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parachute-jump/
