Flight School

[iwrite007]

I have never walked in the sky.
Never felt the cool mist of clouds
upon my face
or ever enjoyed the persistent silence.
I don't even know how to fly.
I would love to learn.
In truth,
from an earnest heart,
I yearn to master it
with the iron set will
of a fledgling bird knowing
that flight is not pleasure
but a requisite skill for their existence.
But one little wing deserves
and needs another
to accomplish this.
Together, sailing the skies
as one apparatus and
experiencing the perfect union
that can sustain
their now conjoined soul.
But I have never flown before.
Never found the other half.
So, for now, I am grounded
and staring up into the endless blue abyss
shielding quivering eyes
from the sun and at night
tracking shadows among the glistening stars
imagining the feel of the cool mist
upon my face
and the persistent silence
only broken by "I love you".