High upon a tightrope wire
I saw a figure dance
Arms spread out, and feet so poised
And in a silent trance
In dress of shadows, and ribbon of red
I saw the fairy leap
From high above the tightrope wire
A mesmerizing sleep
But even from the broken ground
I could see her tears
How walking from a height so great
Released her hidden fears
But fears of heights was not the cause
And neither was the crowd
For only on this wire she
Could hear her fear so loud
A fear of tragic emptiness
Of leaving it behind
And as the fear had moved on out
She lost her fragile mind
From high upon a tightrope wire
I saw her stumble through
And barely, instantly, then I knew
That to save her
I had to face my fears too.

I saved her. I remember.