12/4/10

Soar
By Izabel Reyes


I go back…

Back to us.

Remember when we painted our sky?

We painted it just the way we liked it, until all the gray was covered up, and it was just a burst of color.

You took me by the hand, and led me to a kite on the ground- a big kite on the ground.

Big enough for two?

You got on, and then beckoned me to follow..

I had never ridden a kite before... but then again, I had never painted a sky either..

I climbed on hesitantly,

And suddenly, with the graze of the slightest breeze, we ascended

We rode that kite high!


We soared.


High..

Higher..

Just a bit higher still..

And just when we couldn’t breathe, we had found it.


That moment.


That moment, that never leaves you.

That moment, that long after it has passed, is just a blink away, you close your eyes, and it’s there, waiting.

That moment that’s so beautiful in its purity.

So holy, so special, so different..

I close my eyes, and there you are staring straight into mine.


I go back.


Back to us.



Back to when we were on that kite, up high in the sky.


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