Flying Free.

My shaking hand reaches for yours, sweaty palms clutch together. 
In this moment of divinity, we will see more than one unbearable truths turn false. Your mother's eyes, my father's nose; we are not who we thought we were. 
Wings burst through flesh, dismantled. 
Destroy and rebuild. 
A panoramic view of infinity stretched out all around us. Shadows fall, the light beckoning, calls. 
My eyes turn to the sun. They gleam and sparkle with mischief and excitement. You call my name as you take the last step and fall. Gone as warmth is gone in winter. 
A magic trick reversed, and you reappear. Wings steady, your calm regained. 
A motion of your hand, come. Looking over the edge, my attitude of being fearless leaves me and I can not get a breath. Take my hands? Teach me? 
A gentle pull and the world is rushing past. Descending too fast to be expected. 
I forget about the wings, I forget about the excitement. 
You do not lose yourself as quickly and whisper in my ear. Teaching me. Leading me away from finality. 
With a surge of power, I stop falling. 
And with your hand in mine, I am flying. 
Flying with freedom towards the light that has been calling us for eternity.