The Tightrope

My feet no longer touch the ground
Where I go none will follow
am once more for that lone land bound
whence some day on a breath I'll fly

That peakI used to know back when
my soul was not yet clothed a-fresh
That land before birth where again
r'l go about without my flesh

As hours go passing one by one
I walk a tightrope in between
a future that has now begun
a past that has already been

Is it life Is it death Men seem
to talk in waking reverie
If you would quit your sleep your dream
then come and lie awake by me