The Magic Carpet Ride

I ride on her wings
honey fragrant folds
a magic carpet

The hot breeze
against my lips
urging me to go faster

Who guides this etheral flight?
Is it me, or is it her sighs like the wind
that lift us higher to the stars?

Our fingers clutched together
like woven threads bound
so that we do not unravel

Higher and higher we climb
Then burst into the night
rain down like sparklers

Gently we float
Spin, glide, a spring shower cascade
To land bundled together

Awaiting another ride


~ by Ron Usher on July 6, 2007.

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