Taking Flight
| Love is in the
air. I can feel it all around me. I breathe it in like sweet
incense. I am so overwhelmed by it, that at times I feel like I
could fly. Effortlessly. Just think of moving upward and do so
through pure will. This is what she does to me. She sends me
soaring through uncharted skies. Sailing through the velvet blue
it seems like I'll never come down. But I do. Because down on
Earth is where she is. You see, my love for her gives me
dominion of the skies. But she has no such love for me, so she
is a prisoner to the Earth. If only she could see me as the
captivating vision of perfection that I see her as, then we
could take to the air together and ride the North Wind from here
into eternity. But, alas, all my dreaming brings nothing. She is
still stranded on the ground. So, for now, I will stay on the
ground, so I can always be by her side; and maybe, someday, I
will teach her how to fly. Then, and only then, when she is
ready to come with me, will I take to the skies again. |
©2001, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be
reproduced in any form without permission from the author.
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