(images of Phillippe Petit printed in 1974, google images)
My immediate happiness hinges on your potential to smile
and boy, do you grin.
Ear to ear.
I'm ecstatic.
Praying that the silent static between the lines
connecting our lives
is a hopeful
solid
beginning.
A beautiful foundation.
Shining glory gives us blessing
and in our hearts love begins her nesting.
Don't let me down this time,
I pray as I'm walking on the line,
the tightrope that streches in between
today and 1974
and ties me to the balancing pole above Manhattan.
But I take on the feat
and do so with courage
and trusting that even if I fall
you will be waiting to pull me to my feet.
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