She sat there on the fence,

Looking at sunlight kiss her skin.

Her eyes were as black as night

Yet there was a sparkle in those eyes.

As the sun began to disappear,

Merged between crimson red yonder.

The magnificence would plain make her wonder.

Does she prefer the sun to set?

Or was it she waited for the moon to rise?

Either of which would be the same.

But subconsciously, to her they were not.

The former negative and the latter positive.

She stood up and balanced herself.

The fence was not easy to walk on.

She looked to her right,

The field was full of colorful roses and a huge tree…

To her left, she’d see a pond and gentle breeze.

She’d smile and walk upon the fence.

She could almost trip and fall.

She knew she’d break her back if she did.

Yet the agony would not be the fall.

It would be not seeing the other side of the fence.

She walked along the fence, thinking to herself.

She would then start humming, thinking to delve.

She cares less what people think of her.

She knew she has been doing this for years.

Yet it irritates her to think it is time.

To get off the fence, to cross a  line.

She had been told in numerous times,

She had to now make up her mind.

She wanted both, fractions of the night.

She would wait there, till the morning light.

She touched her heart and tried to see beyond.

Beyond confusion she knew not path.

She sat on the edge of the fence,

Ready to jump, she was not sure of either side.

From the world, she had nothing to lose, nothing to hide.

She stood on the fence,

Looking at sunlight kiss her skin.

Her eyes were as black as night

Yet there was a sparkle in those eyes.

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