Height,

A dizzying stance
Before one goes home again-
Once, twice, three times
And the stomach drops
The voice shrieks
The heart stills in desire

And one returns to the valley.

They greet with
"Come, walk with us
Don't worry about your clothes
It's only the ancestors"
As I push through the door,
Remembering my childhood
Friends and textures.

Light spills
While i'm curious of my heart-
That shaky feeling
I wish to replicate
Once I wake

Where i stand on tall cliffs
In reverence of
The ones no longer with us-
And I'm lead from the edge,
Gently.