Standing here,
lying here,
with Ты in my arms,
my face muffled by your shoulder,
your lips pressed against mine,
our hands intertwined,
it's safe.

Standing here,
gazing into your eyes,
my back to the cliff,
my hands with something to hold on to,
my feet with something to stand on,
it's all okay.

I was at the bottom,
and Ты took my hand
and led me to the вверх of this mountain.

At first there was the rush,
that rush that always comes with flying,
I felt the wind in my hair,
looked around and was caught in your eyes,
and I wasn't afraid.

But now that we're here,
we're standing here,
I can see how far we've come
how far away I was
how near I am
and I'm not sure if I should thank you.

Because when I was at the bottom
at least I knew that there was nowhere else to go,
that there was nowhere further to fall,
that even though it was dark, it was cold,
I could stay there forever.

But now,
now that I've got something to lose,
now that the bottom is so far away,
now that there's a place where I can lose my footing--

We can't stay here forever.
It's impossible.
As good as the sun feels on our skin,
there will always be a fall,
back into the shadows,
and I'd rather bring myself there
then have someone push me down.

If I turn around,
can I turn around?

Will the sight of how far we've come,
how high up we are,
will it be too much?

My feet are at the edge of the cliff,
yours are pretty near it too,
so what's keeping us
from falling?

I can feel the wind,
I can feel the tug of gravity,
the ground that waits there with open arms,
so soft, so calm, so dull, so dark, so cruel.

But how,
as I stand here, swaying in the wind,
can Ты be so sure of your footing?
How can Ты stand there,
and gaze into my eyes,
and tell me that there's nothing to be afraid of?
I can see the edge of the cliff,
the soles of my sneakers
gripping the crumbling rock,
yet there Ты are,
you,
a blazing fire, a thousand-year old tree,
calm, in the eye of the storm.

How are Ты not afraid?

Is it because,
even though one сердце is never enough,
two hearts can save two people
from the wear of time, from the crushing death of love,
two souls,
with fingers intertwined
can keep each other from falling?
Do Ты believe in hearts and souls?

Maybe I should too.

Maybe I shouldn't always be aware of the side of the cliff,
maybe I should ignore the pull of gravity,
the roar of the wind,
maybe I shouldn't always walk
with my head down, searching for the cracks in the ground.

Maybe if your eyes can find mine,
if my hand can find yours
if our fingers fit like a lock and key,
like the torn shreds of a treasure map
like two halves of a broken heart,
maybe then I can just hold on,
and never let go.