Flying by

Another old piece being revamped with a fresh eye.

I pull myself into the air
I Let it flow over me
Dragging my hair behind

Fall back to go again
Suspended by plastic and chains

Swing set memories almost gone
Soon to be replaced,

Back and forth 
Same motion as before
In innocent playground fun

Orange sunset light
Just begins to highlight the trees
And color the air in the churchyard 

Slow down, to land
His hands reach out 
And pull me near

To his eyes
Arms draw me close

 

I lean forward 
And close my eyes

This world disappears for a moment,
As I meet his lips

So maybe swing sets aren't innocent 
Anymore