I come tumbling
down Jacob’s Ladder again.
My world crumbling now,
with each rung I descend.
I would spend eternity
in every hell,
if it could mean
Paradise for you;
and smile with the certainty
that sacrifice gives only to a few.
This world doesn’t see you as I do,
I will die in love with what I see;
I will be your fading trepidation,
if you are my triumphant reverie.
HG – 2016