I watched you from the corner of my eye, You wiped a glittery tear away but they were coming too fast for your warmth to Take them away.
I pushed my chin up at my slight angle and entranced my expression, which suddenly changed To add that tingly sensation in which I wasn't sure if I could cry or smile at the same time...
I saw my reflection in your teary eyes, And blinked just a few times to gain my self realization, But you smiled, and I Couldn't help but see you see me Just flying by, just soaring by.
You asked, "How do you do it? How do you do it?"
I looked back at you, a crowd, Hundreds of people pressing airs into my lips.
I felt the tingle arise again from deep below my eyes, and deep within my chest, far inside my ears... a rainbow. I winced but smiled to say goodbye, I said back, "For the world to see that it isn't me," I laughed, brushing my eyelashes away from my eyes, my disguise. I said, "Sometimes it's okay to fly alone."
A beautiful photo and a powerful poem. I was a free climbing in my young days. I went eye to eye with hawks and eagles by error. I gave them the right away and back out the way I came in. I like the description and the positive ending. It is cool to fly alone sometime. Freedom can be very cool. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote