(Flight).

Because dreams are nothing more.

The sky is infinite, but my wings will fill the expanse.

I dream of blue in this world of black. The sky calls to me and I lift my hands, hoping to catch a cloud. It is my home, my sanctuary (in this world only I know). I live beyond the atmosphere, beyond the place that is haunting me (no longer). These are heights only angels know. And with wings of white, I will

ascend.

It's not so sad without others, because these wings are my pride and the sky is mine. The clouds part and the birds bow. I touch the newborn drops of rain and harmonize with the thunder’s baritone. The Earth below me appears beautiful from this far off distance, and I don’t care to look closer (I've seen everything). It’s insignificant compared to the blue and white that wraps itself around me. Pull me closer against

sky.

I don’t know where I am, and it’s okay. It never even mattered. They look up, never finding me. I’ve disappeared in the (light) ambiance. What seemed so important falls away with drifting feathers. They’re white, now, with innocence that’s returned. I no longer know or care because everything I need is in the

air.

It will never

End.

Author's Note

My friend introduced me to this type of writing and I enjoy it. This is mostly inspired by Blue and Strangers by Yoko Kanno (actually, every Yoko Kanno song), the anime (or manga) AIR, and my dream of one day having wings. Maybe...one day.

Con-crit is welcomed.

Reviews

[Shellie]

No criticism, most certainly not. I'm not familiar with the style, but its fabulous writing. Would you mind if i passed it round? Its uplifting.....its dramy....its a glimpse of heaven.....its airy, cheery, light..... I love it so much