I have been to the edge of death
Like touching a flame
But never quite daring to be consumed
I have motionlessly waited
Denuded of all but hope
Hope itself holding me like a thread
Or perhaps like a small twig
Holding the torrent for a fragile moment
Holding the passion that will not fade
The force which has no counter
It is the end of the journey
It is here, it is now and it is I