A Poem (inspired by Geek & Sundry)

I'm a big fan of Geek & Sundry and they've recently created the G&S Vlogs. One of these vlogs is about writing, with the latest post about poetry (via Nika Harper).  My introduction into any creative writing came from writing poems as a teen.  It's been a little bit of time since I've written a poem, since I've been working on the Weiland Kershaw series the past few years; so I've decided to participate and share a poem I wrote last night.
The moment my feet found the air,a whispering hush of the windtold me how my nature would changeand that I’d lose everything in a fleeting brush.
There wasn’t a glimmer of sun,the ground held captive by cavernous lighta misstep sent my mind searching, scatteredfor one final love to remember.
Trees twist, tumble, and fade away as dark gray cliffs keep my companyuntil black roaring water arrivesfor an unexpected date of unfulfilling destiny.
I feel her eyes leering down with thememory I’ve been yearning for, a timewhen life was long-lasting and liberatingas a soft, subtle first kiss should be.
There is no reason to see her in this;a swirling, murky void in which I’m caught withno beginning to see and a light that hasnever fully formed around waning consciousness.
A smile leaps down like a rope and yetmy reach clutches emptiness as if matching a fated beating chestas fluid movement approaches determinedly.
Quickly floating air deviates time and space asthe fall becomes a photo trapped in one briefheart-wrenching instant where memoriesotherwise flee like water in an overturned glass
Her face begins to disappear asthe everlasting night creeps throughshallow breath and flickering eyes with narrowing screams following battered sounds of the sea.
Certainty is just a figment,fear fills my glassy eyes as an inevitable gloomsquanders any future thoughts of a lifebursting with boisterous laughter and love.
Skin tingles, breath falters, darkness lingers,the absence of her company stations my regretas a final splash nears without any net in sight,no blanket to comfort the coming cold grip.
Vision becomes clear as spiraling dwindles awaylooking up to the flat, dark ceiling with senseof dread, remorse, and sudden satisfaction asreality stirs my confidence from the terror.
A fan slowly twirls above unaware of thedevastatingly silent imagery that attemptedto corrupt joyously waiting years ahead, yetonly a reminder of the love I sharepresents itself through the obscuritywith faint movement and shallow breath.
Under Cover of the Fall
by S. T. Lakata
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