in the hovering presence of the blue-grey skies,
i squint my eyes to the distant terrain,
barely able to pick out the black shape that is you,
hiding among the shadows of stone giants,
figures reaching toward the clouds
with rocky fingers, unmoving and ancient.
you stand still as the giants looming above you,
so that you could easily be part of the surroundings,
but yes, it's you, i'm sure of it.
you stretch your hand toward the sky,
mimicking the jagged figures around you.
the steep edges of the cliffs lure you in,
so you stand looking down
a thousand miles, or so it seems to you.
you stretch your arms out the sides
as if about to take flight.
then you fall forward,
and i can see you no more.