Long on the edge I stood, br Gazing into the chasm br A chasm of beautiful and ironic distortion br Something I've dreamed of, yet dreaded. br Hands full and heart aflame br br And like the love I harboured for you, br To be held like grains of salt, br I silently wept br As one after another br They seeped thought my fingertips. br br Yet sooner than I hoped br For it felt as if no time at all had died br I looked down to see my hands empty br Every last beautiful speck had fallen.