The Blue-Green Death

Standing upon the edge
Gaze down into a bottomless pit
Filled with swirling blue-green
Particles of light
Filtered through the bones
Of the dead
Previous journeyers.
What have I to do?
Nothing but jump.
Dive down over the edge of life
One moment of freedom
Release
I am the wind
And then I plummet down,
Down,
Into the gateway of the nine beyonds.
Striving, searching
Holding on to one last breath
In hopes of bringing to my grip
The object of my searching
And here, surrounded by bubbles
Of light
I could almost feel it in my fingertips
But instead, I grasp the hand
Of my deep, wet death.