for the heart.........
she looks out the closed window, and below notices him sitting alone on the old oak swing.
timidly she walks beneath the heavens canopy to join him, she does not speak when she reaches him. her eyes search the sky as he looks up from his place.
"you finally came."
"did you wait long?"
"long enough, in the sense that it is has been all my life to find you."
"why now?"
"why wait any longer.."
the girl takes a step back as he stands from the swing and gestures for her to take a seat.
"can we pretend this is not the first time"
"you have been here before"
"so why do you come to me now?"
"i was too young before"
"i was young too."
"i was prettier then," she touches her face, but her eyes never leave the stars.
he begins to slowly push the ancient swing. its rope tethers whisper silently against the large oak branch.
"you are lovelier with each passing day."
"is this a dream?"
"what is reality?"
the swing begins to leave the earth, but every time she comes back to his strong hands. palms feel like saving hopes. she closes her eyes and for just a second she is flying.
"does this happen for everyone?" she slows the swing with her feet. the leaves, all dead from winters strike, are crisp beneath her bare soles.
"only those who want it bad enough."
"i asked for you every night."
she cant see his smile, as he lowers his chin to her profile. his lips brush her cheek, then return to her ear. "i heard you very time."
the swing is at rest as he takes her hand in his. she stands and faces him for the first time. a small gasp exscapes her lips.
"is it wrong?" his eyes deepen, searching her for a sign, yet he is still confident.
"it never will be, will it." s smile sweeps her face, the apples of her cheeks turn the porcelian to a framed light.
the two do not look back as the night swallows them. the moon a guide, the stars a ladder.
the window is open now...in the morning it is the first thing the others will notice.
timidly she walks beneath the heavens canopy to join him, she does not speak when she reaches him. her eyes search the sky as he looks up from his place.
"you finally came."
"did you wait long?"
"long enough, in the sense that it is has been all my life to find you."
"why now?"
"why wait any longer.."
the girl takes a step back as he stands from the swing and gestures for her to take a seat.
"can we pretend this is not the first time"
"you have been here before"
"so why do you come to me now?"
"i was too young before"
"i was young too."
"i was prettier then," she touches her face, but her eyes never leave the stars.
he begins to slowly push the ancient swing. its rope tethers whisper silently against the large oak branch.
"you are lovelier with each passing day."
"is this a dream?"
"what is reality?"
the swing begins to leave the earth, but every time she comes back to his strong hands. palms feel like saving hopes. she closes her eyes and for just a second she is flying.
"does this happen for everyone?" she slows the swing with her feet. the leaves, all dead from winters strike, are crisp beneath her bare soles.
"only those who want it bad enough."
"i asked for you every night."
she cant see his smile, as he lowers his chin to her profile. his lips brush her cheek, then return to her ear. "i heard you very time."
the swing is at rest as he takes her hand in his. she stands and faces him for the first time. a small gasp exscapes her lips.
"is it wrong?" his eyes deepen, searching her for a sign, yet he is still confident.
"it never will be, will it." s smile sweeps her face, the apples of her cheeks turn the porcelian to a framed light.
the two do not look back as the night swallows them. the moon a guide, the stars a ladder.
the window is open now...in the morning it is the first thing the others will notice.