Father Spirit: the Messenger

Perched upon the brink I know peace
Potential beckons, and myself I fully release
Polished edge biting snow’s perfect grease
Playing with the borrowed power I increase

Reading the contours I apprise
Ready for each dip and rise
Wind in my eyes I lean into the prize
Soaring down, board and body flies

Perched upon the line I trace
Pushing, pressing curves down the face
Pumping the force owning the space
Life like this only by grace

Just for fun I flick and flirt
Then shifting back I fully revert,
Harnessing all of what I convert
My god have I ever been so alert

Leaning out over the edge
Giving my self despite the ledge
This is life fully fledged
I will not shy away, this I pledge